Craig moved without releasing her, rolling to his side taking her with him. He did not reach for a sheet or a cover, instead entwining his legs with hers, using his body to keep her warm. he was covered in sweat, his back and lower body ached with the pain of deep physical pleasure. He returned her kisses, her contact. playfully he nipped at her bottom lip, pulling at it and letting go.<br/><br/>He was still half aroused, coated in a slick made by both their bodies. He remained pressed between them, a testament to the pleasure shared. He was tired, but wanting more. Craig knew there would be more and the first rumble of thunder struck the silence of the room.<br/><em><br/>Sleep with me now, and I will wake you when the storm grows. We will go to the rooftop dressed as we are now and see the rain. </em><br/><br/>He brought one hand up and he cheated. He did not use magic, but his fingers found the back of the neck where it meets the spine and they began to rub. Slow lazy patterns on skin that was unblemished. Fingertips pushing skin and muscle, pushing warmth deep to tissue below. He made a noise like a sated grumble, not quite a growl. The sound of happiness, of trust.<br/><br/>The apartment smelled like passion, not just sex. Missing was the animalistic tint of increased action of the brutality of the action. It scented like two people, joined, spent. The rumble of the weather sounded again, the storm would be there soon enough, and Craig would wake as he always did. This time would be different, this time he would bring someone with him to watch the storm from the roof. Someone who he wanted to know more about and share with. He leaned over and kissed peg softly, moving her so that should she wish to drift off, it was his arm as her pillow, and his body to keep her warm.