With a happy smirk at her responses, John gripped her hips and eased out slowly, letting some of their combined juices spill and stain the fabric underneath them, but that didn't matter. He let his erection sit against her body, then, and maneuvered up to meet her - letting her touch him, answering any kiss she might give, gently caressing her cheek and playing with her hair.<br/><br/>"You're pretty amazing," he told her then with a smile, stroking back a few of her locks while leaning on his mechanical shoulder and resting the other hand at her side. "My kind of wild gal."<br/><br/>Looking down briefly, he could see the mess his sticky, glistening manhood was creating against her body and chuckled as he looked back up. "We might need a shower. But also... if we're dead, then that probably means we can't create life, right? And if so, boy am I excited to do that more often. Because that felt great."