She was so caught up in the moment, she had not thought about her injury in that sense.  Sex tended to be rather rigorous in its movements.  In a few hours, her shoulder had basically healed as much as in an hour as it would have in a week or two.  It was still tender, no matter how much magic she used it was still a bullet wound.  There was no organ damage, so the recovery wouldn't have been months long.  The tissue and muscles would need to fully heal before she would be completely fine.<br/><br/>Eve let out a soft moan as he pulled her hips into his.  "We might have to get...creative...but I think I'll be okay."  She kissed him again and began to step backward toward the bed.  Once the felt it hit the back of her thighs, she carefully guided him so their positions were switched.  Eve then guided him down onto the bed.  While he laid there, her hands went to the pants she had been wearing and removed them, allowing the jeans to settle in a pile on the.  She crawled over her, now clothed in nothing but her panties, and her hands moved to the button and zipper of his fly, so they could be more evenly matched in terms of nudity.<br/><br/>"I'll stay on top, we'll go slow.  Think you can manage that?  Slow, even thrusts?  Build up from there?"  The words were meant to tantalize him.  She arched a brow and her hips now straddled his.  If Eve was honest with herself, she had thought about this moment many times since they met.  How he would feel, what kind of lover he would be.  Her past experiences were relatively boring, just a means to satisfy a need, but this definitely felt like so much more.  Like souls dancing together.