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There are, sometimes, a few strange moments afterwards, before he neatly closes himself off again and one of you pulls away from the other and it's over. You don't know if you'd call them affectionate, not when it's you two, not when it's him, but they're tired and relaxed and warm, and for those moments it's like some of both of your walls are down.
He's half on you, ridiculously long limbs draped over you, possibly more by accident than by design. You haven't bothered to let go of him, yourself, which is almost as much of a choice as it is sheer laziness and contentment.
You can feel his nose nudging into your hair, can feel him breathe. Almost like it's on purpose, like he enjoys the scent. You know that's not it, the same way you know many other things, but you kiss his neck anyway, turning your head to press your lips to his skin. He himself smells slightly musty (he's been wearing his costume recently, then), but otherwise clean. He tastes clean.
He murmurs something that doesn't even seem to be words, a soft sound, content enough to be encouraging. The corners of your lips twitch up at that, and you turn your mouth away from his neck to keep him from feeling it.
For a crazy moment you contemplate kissing him again. Properly, and not as foreplay or invitation or suggestion. Just a kiss. But you barely shift, still not certain if you will or not or if you even want to, when you practically feel those walls go back up around him, about one second before he shifts off of you and then you both move away, and you close yourself off too.
It's over for today; it won't come up again until next time, and maybe not even then. And you feel a little let down. Because there's a vulnerability to those moments that you normally wouldn't like, but you're always strangely disappointed when they end.
And though you tell yourself that Why? is a riddle for another day, you know you can only put it off so long.
