send a number for my muse’s reaction to your muse… beginning to cry after sex
Overtime, she had lost count of how many times exactly they’d done this, but they enjoyed it, so, what did it matter?
Letting out one last breathless sigh, she got off of her boyfriend’s lap, coming to sit down beside him on her bed, and resting her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into it just gently, and reaching down to hold his hand in between hers. Lifting it to her lips, Camie kissed his knuckles, then his wrist. They were both still half dressed, so she found herself pulling back the sleeve of his shirt in order to do so.
It was in those moments of afterglow that she was left speechless for a little while, not out of exhaustion or not wanting to disturb him, but rather as a way of preserving the moment. The silence made it permanent, or so she saw it, and so after a few good seconds of silence, she looked up, hair sliding off her shoulder as she did so, both of her hands then finding support on his arm.
It was unmistakable. She didn’t need to ask, and as a matter of fact, she didn’t want to. Tobio was crying, and Camie fell silent once more. There was no hiding the fact that she’d seen him, no pretending she’d looked up at something else and there also was no point in trying to lie to him.
While positive there was nothing wrong, she still leaned into him, a hand of hers sliding up his body to wrap around him, but finally pulling him down to her by the neck to half lay on her chest.
❝ Y’have something to share? ❞ She giggled, running her fingers through his dark hair and kissing his temple. ❝ I know. You’re welcome. ❞
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