[she finally managed to find her voice right around the same time as Nero had- they were the first words that came to mind and evidently they were in full agreement about that. Ryuuko heaved a breathy, broken up laugh, still desperately fighting to refill her lungs and really just in complete awe of how intense the last few minutes had been. they were both a disheveled mess, after what felt like the most vigorous workout of her entire life. Ryuuko knew it wouldn't be long before bruises in the shape of Nero's fingerprints camouflaged her ass and thighs. a realization that, strangely enough, made her more happy than angry. there was something about knowing they'd each both left their mark on the other that delighted her to no end.
finally, after what felt like a long moment spent in physical shock, Nero had moved to sit and Ryuuko was grateful because that meant she could attempt to relax her limbs that suddenly felt ten times heavier than normal after overworking her muscles to such an extent. she remained huddled against him, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as her fingertips dragged a lazy winding path down his outer arms before hanging limp at her sides. Ryuuko breathed him in deep, faint traces of whatever brand of soap he used mingling together with the shared scent of sweat and sex, their own personalized concoction.
Ryuuko scoffed against his throat, shaking her head.]
Is that really all you can say??
[her words feigned irritation when in truth she was too high on an overabundance of serotonin to be bothered by much of anything.]
no subject
[she finally managed to find her voice right around the same time as Nero had- they were the first words that came to mind and evidently they were in full agreement about that. Ryuuko heaved a breathy, broken up laugh, still desperately fighting to refill her lungs and really just in complete awe of how intense the last few minutes had been. they were both a disheveled mess, after what felt like the most vigorous workout of her entire life. Ryuuko knew it wouldn't be long before bruises in the shape of Nero's fingerprints camouflaged her ass and thighs. a realization that, strangely enough, made her more happy than angry. there was something about knowing they'd each both left their mark on the other that delighted her to no end.
finally, after what felt like a long moment spent in physical shock, Nero had moved to sit and Ryuuko was grateful because that meant she could attempt to relax her limbs that suddenly felt ten times heavier than normal after overworking her muscles to such an extent. she remained huddled against him, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as her fingertips dragged a lazy winding path down his outer arms before hanging limp at her sides. Ryuuko breathed him in deep, faint traces of whatever brand of soap he used mingling together with the shared scent of sweat and sex, their own personalized concoction.
Ryuuko scoffed against his throat, shaking her head.]
Is that really all you can say??
[her words feigned irritation when in truth she was too high on an overabundance of serotonin to be bothered by much of anything.]