Sydney went downstairs to get a glass of water, her former binding wrapped around her body. She could still feel herself tingling and couldn't wait to get back upstairs. Never in her life had she ever felt anything as intense as she had with Nathan. The bullshit being cut out of everything just made it…refreshing. Although, the thought of him sprawled, naked, across her bed right now certainly didn't hurt either. She felt herself blushing as she hurried back up the stairs and down the hall. However, when she reached her room, her glow started to fade. Nathan had fallen asleep. She wasn't mad, how could she be? He emotionally exhausted himself before physically making her feel better than any other man had. Still, he had said it was only intermission. She smiled to herself. After a long drink, she placed the glass on her nightstand and her eyes devoured Nathan's naked form.

She crept onto the bed, careful not to wake him. Testing something, she kissed his abdomen, her tongue lingering on his muscles. He let out a soft moan, but he was still asleep. She smiled again, moving lower. Even flaccid, he was impressive and the sight was just too inviting to her. She licked her lips, then very slowly worked her tongue along the soft flesh. He twitched, once again moaning, and hardened just slightly. That was enough for her and she took him into her mouth knowing full well she was going to work him back to his previous state. She found it somewhat odd that she enjoyed his taste so much and couldn't understand its uniqueness…but it certainly made for a pleasurable time for her. His moans increased as he hardened completely and she took every inch of him into her mouth before freeing him again.

"Sydney…" It was soft, but unmistakably her name. She peeked up at him and he was defiantly still asleep. She was flattered. When she engulfed him again, his body jolted. He was awake now. "Fuuuuck…" The word was drawn out, his voice tired, and she found it slightly adorable. His hips pumped up toward her and his hands clutched above him at the pillow. "Feels so good, baby," he groaned. A few more words she didn't understand passed his lips before he sat up and gently pushed her off of him.

"Not enjoying?" she asked, a little confused.

"Enjoying too much," he purred, " but I promised you more." He went back to her nightstand before pulling her to the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean for that to happen," he said, kissing her neck as he positioned her body. "It's been an intense night." He stood in front of her, smirking.

"You don't have to apologize," Sydney gasped as her legs were pulled up over his shoulders. He plunged into her body and she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Beg to differ," he grunted. "Think this could make up for it though, hm?" His hands slid under her backside, pulling her to him as he thrust. She was seeing stars and couldn't answer him. "Gonna…uh…take that…fuck…as a…oh, Sydney…yes!" The look of sheer pleasure on his face made her melt. He was a sexual creature, there was no doubt in her mind, and she couldn't believe she was the one lucky enough to awaken him.

"Nathan!" His name came out of her as a guttural moan and she all but seized around him as she came. He continued to pump into her, ruthless, until he too succumbed to absolute pleasure. "Oh, Christ, baby, come here…" She brought her legs down off his shoulders and pulled his body down to hers. She kissed him, so hungry for every little bit of him and he reciprocated with the same amount of hunger. "I might regret saying this," she said, panting, "but as far as I'm concerned you're the patron saint of fucking."

He laughed, the sound genuine and full, as he rolled them onto their sides. He spooned Sydney wrapping his arms around her, feeling her heart beating as rapidly as his own. He kissed the back of her neck, warm and salty. "You give me too much credit." His lips moved to her shoulder. "If people aren't physically compatible, I don't think this can happen." He pulled her closer and grabbed the now rumpled sheet to cover them as best he could without moving. "Syd?" His voice had changed.

"Hm?" She was getting sleepy and far too comfortable.

"I'm sorry about earlier tonight. When I got here, I mean, not when I fucking fell asleep."

"Please don't be sorry and stop worrying about it." She shifted a little, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Thank you," he whispered, and she knew he still felt a little shame.

She laced her fingers with his and kissed the back of his hand. "I told you, Nathan, I'm here for you. I'm your friend."

"Amongst other things," he chuckled. "I'm, uh…well, you seem pretty comfortable."

She smiled, happy he couldn't see her face. "I am…and bit too worn out to move I think."

"So…what's our stance on this?"

"On what?" she asked, pretending not to understand. She knew he wanted to stay. He'd had a horrible night before he got to her and, truth be told, she wanted him there. She didn't want to think of just how drunk he could get if he went home alone.

"This," he repeated. "The…after."

"You're tired, yes?"

"Yes." He kissed her shoulder again. "And maybe not quite ready to be done with you."

"Oh, well…then I think it's safe for us to rest here for a while. Being that we're both comfy and all."

"Just a bit though, right?"

"Oh, of course," she lied. She knew they both had the understanding that he was spending the night. She craned her neck, surprised to meet his face as soon as she did…he was already thinking the same thing. They kissed once more, and it lingered a little longer than it probably should have.

"Night, Syd, but, you know, just for a little while."

"Goodnight, Nathan." She yawned and cuddled back into him fully. Both were asleep within moments.