Astrid was tired, it was obvious in every line of her body as he turned her over. There was a soft smile on her face the was relaxed and a bit sleepy. If left alone she would have fallen asleep with that same smile gracing her lips.<br/><br/>But sleep wasn't exactly what she was thinking about even if her body was telling her it would be a good idea. Maybe at another time she'd wonder about her sexual appetites, her desires and things of that nature but now wasn't that time. All she knew was the continued press of his hand against the most sensitive part of her felt beyond good and she had no desire to see the end of the feeling anytime soon. Instead she rolled her hips slightly pressed herself against him further,moaning softly as she did.<br/><br/>She moaned lightly as his lips captured hers. She kissed him without reservations, all the desire and passion she felt as well as the feelings she refused to face poured out of her. She tried to wrap her arms around him wanting to feel closer to him, but the metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists and she stopped. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist, while pressing her body against his.<br/><br/>He ended the kiss and pressed his lips to her cheek. She felt herself blush and lowered her lashes. She hated and loved when he did things like that. It made her feel floaty and happy, special like he might care about her, but it upset the way she saw things, confused her enough to upset her. Even though she wanted to, she couldn't let herself believe he cared for her. Being wrong about that would hurt far too much.<br/><br/>As it was she didn't think about consequences, she just let herself for the moment pretend it was true that what she felt was real. She smiled up at him with happiness and affection content just to stay here with him for as long as she could.