"Mmmmm." He hummed right along with her, one of his hands still on her ass giving said body part an appreciative squeeze; their position, her against the wall, prevented him from giving her a spank.  Spirits, he must have won some sort of love lottery to be with this woman. No shock it's the longest relationship he's been in.<br/><br/>Taking her gently into his arms, he'd lay her down on the bed, and settle onto it with her. He usually got snuggly after sex, and that's exactly what he planned on doing; pressing their bodies together, holding each other, nuzzling her like some sort of big cat. In comparison to what they just did, there was something almost child-like innocent about this; but anybody that knows Puck knows there is not an innocent bone in his body.<br/><br/>"Yeah, it really would, wouldn't it? Though, I have the feeling no matter how freaky they are... they just strike me as the kind to be more uncomfortable." Puck never thought of himself as an exhibionist, even though he's technically done it. But, he wasn't shamefast about his body, or others. He just had a sort of 'this shouldn't be a taboo' thing, and was mostly inspired by European cultures, with their naked public hot springs, nude beaches, and the like. He'd always wanted to go. Not even to gawk at all the pretty ladies that would undoubtedly be there; just because he felt so damn comfortable without any clothes on.<br/><br/>"So I figure, after we've had dinner and we've digested, nude hot tub. Hot water and the tub's magic to soothe aching muscles, and just keep everything PG-13 the first time around? Bring some cold drinks. I mean, once the clothes are off, nobody has anything to hide." He says with a chuckle, kissing her on the cheek. "Yeah. I'll pop the question to my bro, you pop it to your sis."  They might not be actual blood relatives in any way, but Puck had 'adopted' Marty into his 'family'. As an Irishman, there was something oddly specific about this honor-bond. Namely, you hurt an Irishman's family, blood relatives or not, and not even the gods themselves could save you from a right good walloping.<br/><br/>In his heart, and in his mind, he imagined that Scar and Sarah had forged a similar bond, and he also imagined that if anybody ever hurt Sarah... well, he imagines Scar could probably break some legs, Mafia Style, with a Luisville slugger.  He saw that connection the two women had, and respected it deeply; friends and friendships like that were one of the exceedingly few true treasures of the world. "Oh, you want me and Sarah to bond." He said with an impish laugh, an implication in there; though he likely doesn't mean it, and is more going for the comedy factor than anything else. "Oh, you know what would look good in here? A sex swing." Yup. Totally putting that idea out there. Maybe some hard points on their bed for some bondage...<br/><br/>"But yeah, I know. You and Marty still gotta get to learn more about each other. And I need to slip inside your friend's head and really get to meet her. It makes sense." Much more serious now. He did have his serious moments, after all. "He's not always scary, you know. I think he just does it when he's stressed, puts up the strong walls. I'm pretty sure he's slept in his office at least once in the past week, with how much work he does."<br/><br/>Puck also had his own reactions to stress: he wanted snuggles, of all things. Just holding, or being held, 'PG-13', as he called it [which for him, just means that there wasn't anything sexual about it]. Intimacy and passion came in many forms, some more 'adult' than others, and intimacy and passion are pretty much the foundation of who and what Puck was. Take either of those things away from him, and he'd be like a marionette whose strings had been cut.