She drifted in a post orgasm sea of comfort for a moment, unable to bring her mind back into focus. She gasped as his superheated body pressed into hers, and shuddered at the contact, her arms sliding slowly up around his shoulders. His arms around her back were marvellous, and she cuddled into him, her mind working at a comfort-seeking level. She sighed softly and contentedly as his lips pressed to hers, and she pressed back, barely able to hold her head up. Her body was weak with satiation, but he wasn't finished. Her mind caught up with her, then, and she frowned softly, breaking the kiss to look at him perplexedly. Had she done something wrong?<br/><br/>"Rosuriel?" She whispered softly. "Did I... what do you want?" She asked, twisting her hips lightly against him, and gasping at her own motion. She didn't know if she would be able to go again, it had been far too intense for her to repeat so soon, but she wasn't about to let him go unsatisfied. She had her mouth, and hands if he wanted them. Swallowing, she considered his face, no longer afraid of him, though still not understanding the situation.<br/><br/><em>I want to please him before he goes back. He deserves more than that, but...</em>She thought to herself, still convinced that come morning he would blink out of existence.