He began to wonder where her spirit went, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil she was experiencing after he had climaxed inside of her. Uther assumed she would have warned him not to, some of the girls always discussed that before initiating any sexual contact and she had not. The man lay at her side, moving up behind her to touch her, his body temporarily enamored with her and her touch. He had even complemented her but had not said anything back to him at all. The thought of wrapping his arms around her began to bubble in his thoughts as his hand moved along her body. Her breasts where grabbed and groped with one hand, the other used to prop him up behind her as he continued to explore her.<br/>"Did you fall asleep on me?"<br/>The Marshall finally asked when he felt something was different. Her eagerness he had felt moments ago had suddenly drained and he specifically told her that he did not want to play any games. Little did he know all he had to do was turn her to face him to look into her tear streaked face to know something was wrong but he hadn't, he simply waited for her to answer him. He began to soften, losing his prior arousal after they went from frantic animal lust to nothing so quickly. Finally he decided to slid that one arm he used to hold himself up to slid under her body before he actually spooned her from behind in their intimate position very much like his former wife enjoyed in the past. The exhausted man did not even realize just how tired he was once his head shared one of her pillows with hers. Before long he had dozed off, clinging to her unknowingly, something he would have never done if he had been in his signature cold state of mind.