<span style="color: #FF0000">Fernando sighed in satisfaction as their joined bodies continued their dance, not remembering the last time he had felt such pleasure. He felt Jayee's body shudder for a second, just as he began to feel his own mandhood coming to its climax, and with one final, deep and wet thrust he dislodged himself from her, releasing everything onto sheets next to him. He felt content, more happy than he had been in a long time, although a bit of a strange feeling did nab at his mind with the quick manner in which he had separated from her.<br/><br/>It was almost as if his first reaction, before anything else, was to make sure he didn't get her pregnant, and while that made complete sense in his mind he also hoped Jayee didn't take it the wrong way. It wasn't the he would have minded having a child with her, not after what they'd been through. He just couldn't see how having that possibility hang in the air would be beneficial at all to their situation. Jayee was the leader of a rebellion, so she probably understood that as well, but it still bothered Fernando. <br/><br/>Deciding that it was more than likely just a strange bout of sentimentality brought on by the intimate moment they had just shared, Fernando rolled back around and looked up at the ceiling contentedly, extending out a hand to run his fingers through Jayee's hair. He felt unnaturally shy for a moment, though he was sure it would soon go away. A rueful smile played on his lips as he thanked any gods there might be that they weren't interrupted, because up to that point it seemed that everything had gotten in their way.<br/><br/>"Erm... sheets might need cleaning," Fernando finally said with a small chuckle.</span>