<br/>It took sometime for Peggerty top come down from sexual and almost spiritual high. Never before has she met someone that understood her body so well, and the ways to tame her or rather it, for she for all that she was human in many ways was still a feral animal not too far from the surface. This man understood her so well even after such a short time. The irraka felt so connected to him.<br/><br/>She let soft and gentle kisses mingle with his, and the scent of them was still like a drug that was curling about her …more than a drug it was an intoxicating blanket that wrapped her with comfort and warmth. Peggerty nuzzled in closer under his arm taking in the stronger masculine aroma that radiated form him. So much about this amn was right.<br/><br/>Her fingers traced patterns too, over his fine body, over the muscles and lines she enjoyed it and revelled in it. Still his soothing warmth slowly sent her to slumber even over the slow and rumbling beginnings of the storm. It seemed that for the moment this natural occurrence could not compete with his man that understood the beast. Her breathing slowed now and she relaxed completely. Occasionally she murmured and muttered in her sleep but there was no tension. Sometimes even in sleep her fingers continued to caress Craig or her lips and mouth kissed him.<br/><br/>The trust was there he could feel it. For of course she would never sleep in the arms of a man she did not trust. Peggerty wanted to be close to this man, for whatever reason the young irraka wanted this closeness. A closeness that was so much more than the sex….even if that sex was likely the best she had experienced. To rest in Craig’s arms was ….more than words could describe but she would find them in time, perhaps it would be actions over words....or something else.