Happy to see him oblige, she let out one more soft grunt as he pulled out and made to kiss him. Her hands went to his shoulders, lightly caressing him as her arms slid over them so that her fingers could lightly play with his hair at the back of his head. Sighing in contentment, all she could do was smile with a tired chuckle. “You’re pretty amazing too.”<br/><br/>After mentioning the mess, Nalia’s eyes lowered as well to witness the chaos of their love-making strewn about their pelvises. She tilted her head for a brief moment and her eyebrows lifted, thinking about his words. “You know....I didn’t even think about that.” She laughed again, “gotta say, that beats taking the pill.” Her smile widened as she continued laughing, more out of release from the intensity of the previous activity. She really didn’t think about it, but it was true. Since coming to the Convergence, she didn’t get a period, she didn’t go through PMS, nothing. The hormonal stuff seemed to not exist for her which meant that conception was impossible.<br/><br/>....That brought a dark thought for a moment....<br/><br/>She didn’t let it linger, however, quickly shaking it from her head. No use dwelling. Her circumstance wasn’t going to change, so just enjoy every moment she could while she was here. And the prospect of being able to take in a load without consequence started moving her mind into lewder thoughts. “Oh, now I’m getting ideas.” Her eyes glinted with a bit of wickedness but she didn’t bother to vocalize her thoughts, electing instead to let him guess.<br/><br/>Before he could ask her to elaborate that last statement, she slid out from underneath with one last kiss and stood from the bed. She looked around for a moment and saw the holographic bathroom formed by the anger room’s programming, and then sighed. “That’s not going to clean us,” she said pointing to the virtual shower with a thumb, “it’ll make us think we’re clean but once this turns off we’ll still see ourselves covered in our spunk.” She clicked her tongue in frustration. She was now wishing she had worn a skirt because putting on tight leather pants over this felt like a trip to chafe city that she wasn’t ready for.<br/><br/>“So...there’s a set of emergency stairs at the back of this hallway. We could make a break for it and head down to the pool?” She shrugged, unbelieving of herself that she’d actually suggest streaking, but she couldn’t think of anything else. But hey, he might be game, and it certainly beat the alternative.