The sound of his name rolling off his tongue was like a dream, the dark beauty expecting to wake up back in her bed, the brush with the natives being nothing but her mind’s cruel jokes – though as cinnamon eyes fluttered open, she knew that it was indeed no joke. Moved until she was turned to face him, a slender hand moved upwards to wipe the blurriness from her eyes, cinnamon gaze finally focusing on Toho’s face as he moved down to brush his lips against hers once again.<br/><br/>She shifted then, moving to lay her face against his chest, not wanting to break the tranquility of the moment in order to yell at Toho. The events from the night previous rushed back all at once, aided by the fact that her center throbbed every time she moved her thighs, a small gasp given. Sliding her head back, brows were furrowed as she looked up at Toho, his words heard but not responded to for a moment.<br/><br/>She watched him for a long moment, tiredness suddenly etched upon her face as she decided to not yet argue with the other. “I am sore, but I am fine.”<br/>