Yo. This ain't SFW.
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[ CRESCENT NEBULA | TASALE SYSTEM | ILLIUM | VISTA COVA | MARA HORIZON'S LUXURY SUITES | MANSION 14 ]
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Tali was pleasantly surprised. Her wine had somehow disappeared three times now from her glass.
The dinner she'd eaten from earlier staved off some of the creamy buzz, but the warm feeling was getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
Her smile deepened as she continued the heartfelt one-on-one with John at the kitchen's warm-colored island.
They talked for hours (Or for what seemed to be hours) catching up on Tali's past two years aboard the flotilla.
Shepard poured himself another generous amount of Reigning Nova's famous distillery. For once, John enjoyed a real alcoholic drink. But he had to admit, sharing it with Tali while they both sat on their bar chairs closer than personal space would regularly allow made it ten times better.
He took a nice long swig from his glass and gave off his umpteenth smile since they entered their suite hours ago. John, before engaging in their small celebration, had showered and changed into sleepwear with a robe the staff provided on the bed.
Tali stood up to get another helping of wine, which gave John a moment to take a moment and truly appreciate the modern décor around them.
The Mara Horizon's Luxury suites', it was called. Best damned hotels and villas on Illium's left side of the hemisphere.
Rated at a total of 10 diamonds. John hadn't even known they could go higher than five.
The extra five were there for a reason though. There wasn't a thing in existence that could've been any better than the villa they were standing in. Just across from the kitchen was a panoramic window that spanned the entire length of the living room with Vista Cova's glimmering nightlife shining exquisitely behind it.
The suite was the size of a mansion situated on a one square kilometer property. Inside included a landing pad, garage, indoor pool, entertainment room, and amenities that came standard with any regular home. But the thing that stood out the most was the ozone filtration system.
The Mara Horizon prided itself on providing what it called 'organic' air - a concept that would have baffled most atmospheric scientists and delighted marketing executives. This air was, according to their brochure, intended only for what lungs were 'designed' to breathe, which presumably meant the lungs had filled out the proper paperwork.
No dust was permitted. No Thessian rose pollen (which had the audacity to float freely across the surrounding landscape), no air pollution (from all the industrial facilities that had the good manners to stay dozens of kilometers away), no bacteria (who had not made reservations), and absolutely no contaminants (who weren't on the guest list to begin with). Nothing. It was, in fact, the sort of air that would make most respiratory systems feel rather overdressed for the occasion.
Given how expensive it was to do all of that, John found it strange they'd go to such lengths - and expenses - to achieve what was essentially bottled nothing. But everyone kinda knew how asari were.
But, odd as it was, he also had no reason to complain. And neither did Tali.
The point was, the place was pristinely beautiful. And it only cost six thousand a night. A lot of cash to burn, but he kept in mind that he was doing it for her. And if Tali liked it, then it was worth every penny.
"You're going to empty your bottle, hun. Keep filling up your glass, and I'll have to order you another soon." He tipped his glass toward her and smiled when she glared at the disappointingly low level.
"Huh. Cup must've been deeper than I thought." She mumbled with a small sigh, "But I feel so good, though." She played with the fringe of her sealed glass.
He leaned in a tad. "Not getting too drunk are you?"
"No, no. I'm okay. Really..." She said hurriedly, "Forgetting an amazing night like this from a buzz gone too far is not a priority." She took another long sip of her wine and withdrew the straw from her helmet.
"Good. Because that's all I'm looking for. A good buzz. I'm a bad drunk anyways."
She gave him a frail laugh and stood up to head to the cupboard. John rose a brow when she went for an unused glass.
"I'm making a toast, my huneey." She slurred with a wide grin, "To my handsome Bosh'tet lover who kicked death in the face to come back with life anew. Keelah'Selai." She poured the drink and rose it into the air to clink with Shepard's glass. He couldn't help but smile at her bubbly mannerisms. He sipped to her toast and set the glass back down on the granite to see she hadn't taken a sip herself.
"Hun? You're supposed to drink it after we do that."
I know." She replied when she set the full glass down.
"Then…?"
Her hands dance around the seals of her neck and John suddenly had a knot grow in his stomach. He knew what she was about to do.
Ten seconds had hardly passed and her helmet was removed freely from her head. The drapes of hair that fell freely onto her shoulders looked incredible.
He felt his face go numb. Tali was at a level of beauty that he couldn't even put to words. Trying to explain or describe the woman in front of him was impossible. Had they not been locked behind their suits, John didn't doubt that quarians would overtake the beauty of the Asari, if Tali was anything to go on.
She slipped in a small translator into her ears and parted the seal that lined her neck. Then she set both pieces onto the counter delicately and gave John a very toothy smile.
It was apparent by the way she looked at him that there was a lot of desire behind her eyes. She rose her new glass of wine high into the air again. "To my love: John Shepard." She took a deep sip. When she was finished, her eyes set back onto John's.
"Oh my god." He said unintelligibly and without a voice escaping him. This was the second time he'd seen her face and it hadn't made him feel any less giddy seeing it again. Made his brain feel goopy.
She set the wine goblet down and slipped herself into his grasp, staring at his lips.
"John..." She draped her arms loosely around his neck as he placed his around her frame. Her smile wavered. Her supple lips parted ever so slightly just enough for John to work his deadpanned brain into action.
This was it.
Keelah, this is it. Something impossible coming true. The perfect moment—hope my wine doesn't taste too bad. I heard mixing wine is terrible.
Finally, their lips, after a yearning of nearly two-and a half years, met in a soft and very meaningful kiss.
Her soft lips, finer than the smoothest yarns of finely strung silk, pressed further into his. Their eyes remained closed for the entire duration.
After a monumental stretch of time passed by, it ended.
She let out a soft exhale of breath and kept her arms around him. "Wow. I—wow. Dreaming can't even—compare… just… wow…" her eyes fluttered open, "Keelah."
He stared at her and studied the details of her face. How innocent she looked. Soft features. Beautiful eyes. Thin nose. And the Faysakt that met at her brows made her damn near godlike.
"…can we do that again?" She asked with a whisper before pressing slightly into him, "Please?"
He brought her in and their lips locked again with twice the passion. She found herself holding his face as they kissed deeply while John's hands explored her back. Her soft moan gave him everything he needed to know they were headed in the right direction.
It continued, their wine long forgotten.
John didn't exactly recall getting on the couch in the living room. Nor having Tali straddle him just moments later.
The pace was exciting and soon enough, Tali got the hang of making out.
By now, their hands moved instinctively, caressing each other with a slow, burning intensity.
Tali's core tightened into a heating throb. She'd been waiting years for this moment.
Years.
It wasn't even really waiting. It was hoping for something she knew she'd never get. Not because John wouldn't give it to her, but because he couldn't. She didn't really expect that tonight could really be what she'd been yearning and dreaming for: to truly show her love through such intense intimacy.
She removed his robe and threw it somewhere over the couch toward the kitchen.
John took the cue and picked her up, legs and all, toward the bed in the master bedroom down the hall.
The door slid open and he set her on the plush comforter centered on their bed.
"I certainly wasn't expecting this." He said with a big beaming smile.
"Yes you were, you bosh'tet."
"Maybe a little." He remarked between a small peck. She smirked and gave him another long kiss.
He spoke between the kiss with a small snort as they laughed together. "But, come on… It's been a long time coming, wouldn't you think?"
"Of course. Now would you?" She tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"What? You want to see more of me?" He said with a snicker. He pulled the shirt up and over his head before tossing it behind him carelessly.
A small insignificant part of him had always worried what happen when this day would finally come. More ecstatic that worried, of course. Was it as normal as hitting it up with a human? Or was there something he was going to miss?
That's why he'd looked it up two years ago to see if Tali's lady parts would even really fit. He wondered if she ever had searched herself. With a lot of relief, he was glad to know there wasn't some wicket set of barbs or something wedged inside her genitals.
Maybe it was a little bit over the top to think of something like that, but still.
"Oh, keelah." She muttered while placing a delicate finger to trace the fine grooves of his physique, "You're like one of those pictures of models you see at the front of those stores at shopping malls."
"But you've seen me without a shirt plenty of times."
"Yeah, but this is the first time I get to touch it." She smirked.
"Well." He said all coy as she bit her lip playfully, "Those people are fake."
"I can deal with fake."
"Oh please." He rolled his eyes, "Weights I lift and the shower I took did most of the work." He looked down to his own chest and sniffed his shoulder, "Speaking of which; how do I smell? They had some cologne and tried one."
She took a whiff and sighed, head lulling. "Really good. I was going to say something, but I thought its how you smell all the time."
He nuzzled her neck and it forced her to take a sharp breath.
"And you smell like... cinnamon and honey. Perfume maybe?"
"Nope," She giggled, "No perfume. Do I really smell like that?"
"Wouldn't have a reason to lie, would I?"
"I guess not. And I shouldn't be bothered by the idea of smelling like insect spit." She snorted at her own joke before giving him another very long and loving kiss.
"Oh but don't you know? Bee honey's a delicacy. Smell and all."
"Oh, I know." She said, rolling her eyes and grinning sarcastically, "You used to smear it on your toast."
"It's good. Believe me."
"Hold on. Give me a second." She gave him a peck on the lips and pushed herself away, "I need to do something."
He gave her a worried stare. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing. Calm down, John. You'll see."
He didn't stop looking worried. "What're you doing?"
She smiled and answered him with another light peck on the lips.
Ostensibly satisfied with her kiss, Shepard watched intently when she sat at the bed's end to loosen the three straps that lined high above her waist.
"Oh. Well now." He mumbled with a tight lipped expression as he heard the fasteners unclasping. His hands, unknowingly, flex with every belt that was tossed toward the floor.
Soon after, he watched her realk unravel from head to thigh.
Interposed between removing her articles of clothing, she would steal glances to make sure he was still watching.
Which he was, of course.
She removed her boots and slipped her leggings out from them.
"Like it?" She whispered while draping her long and limber legs back onto the bed's comforter.
He mumbled a small, very incoherent 'uh-huh'.
She held out a single finger to forestall his attempts to resume their 'over the suit' action. "Just a little longer. I'm not finished yet." She intoned with a smile.
Her hands got to the release mechanism that lined her back and pulled. A soft sigh escaped the seal, followed by several vertebrae like pops.
Now this was the part John definitely hadn't seen before. His heart rate soared beyond the limits of FTL while his cheeks flush into heavy shades of burning red. His eyes narrow to take a fleeting glance at his shrinking pants. It looked like his heart wasn't the only thing that was engaging into slip-space. Such a pitiful analogy, John noted with a mental grunt. But it'd have to do. It was the only thing he could think of to hold himself together.
Her back, just as smooth and immaculate as her cheeks, was revealed to him.
"What do you think?" She asked while slipping her arms out from her sleeves.
John, by now, had reached for a pillow and covered himself from the waist down.
She ceased her toiling and decided to ask a rhetorical question. "What're you hiding?"
She already knew well beforehand what would happen to John if she engaged in behavior like this.
"What do you think?" He put on a defiant facade before swallowing, "Keep going, hun."
She shrugged and accepted his not-so-forthcoming compliment. The upper half having been removed, she slowly peeled her legs from her leggings until the entire thing flopped onto the floor.
Her toes curled instinctively against the bed's soft fabric.
Wow did it feel great to be naked.
She'd daydreamed for years about doing this. Would it be humiliating? Awkward? Embarrassing?
Nope. She didn't feel any of that.
Either she was naive about her sexuality, or was really keen on sleeping with John.
Probably both.
If she was feeling anything, it was the feeling of incentive. Something she found truly invigorating. Savory. Sweet, even.
But she reminded herself that her incentive was love. It couldn't and wouldn't have been anything else.
Tali's overdosed sense of self-confidence, channeled only by an overpowered amount of love for John (and maybe a little bit wine), seemed to pay off when she saw his reaction.
John felt like something had coiled around his throat. And his pants, he'd like to add.
Of course, he had deduced very quickly that the feeling was some kind of normal, albeit deluded psychiatric symptom he was reacting to. But he expected this. Witnessing Tali undress was supposed to make you breathless.
But it wasn't just breathtaking… it was heart-wrenching, ball-twisting, bone-breaking, and finger-snappingly painful. But in the good way.
The whole 'Tali-package' was a very serious step up from only knowing her precious and faultless face.
To see her like this now? Bare of anything other than the skin she was born with?
It would put even god to shame. And if she could put the supposed universe's creator to unceasing ignominy… how well would John fair against the face of Tali's unadulterated beauty?
"So…" She lay sideways along the bed in such a way that would leave her hiding only the most intimate parts of her, "…what do you think?"
"Speechless." He remarked with a timid smile.
He inched her way closer to her, pillow left behind, and mimicked the way she lay down with his head propped by an elbow. He did well not to poke her.
He swallowed down whatever remained of his nervousness, and kissed her while barely managing to hold down his grin.
"Guess I should lose the pants, huh?" He snapped the elastic waistline with a thumb.
"I did lose mine." She bit her lip into a guiltless smile and thumbed the suit that sulked quietly in the corner it had been rudely thrown in, "It's only fair." Her hand slowly trimmed its way across his chest down to the crest of his pants.
John had no doubt that Tali's wine had some sort of factor into how she was acting. He'd never expect her to go for most of all the first moves.
It was big game-changer. Goose-bumps littered his skin as she gave his stomach a soft touch from her silky fingertips.
"Alright… want to take them off for me?" He couldn't help but stare at her supple breasts and wide hips.
She gave him an answer by placing both her hands at the flanks of his waist before pulling them down until they left his ankles.
"Should I leave my socks on?"
"Uhm… it kind of looks weird with them on." She pinched them off.
Staring at the five little things at the end of both his feet, she began playing with his toes with an interested eye. "Wow. I've always wondered what it was like to have small toes."
John snorted while rolling his eyes comically. Tali was seeing him naked for the first time. And she was thinking of his feet?
He wasn't offended.
If anything, it was relieving to know she wasn't focused on impressing him. Made him realize they were, at their core, best friends. That whole 'watch everything you do to not make it awkward' sucked. Nothing was worse than feeling that before sex.
In spite of that, it was still the first time for them both. So there weren't any expectations or high standards to live up to. Even then, it didn't matter. The night was for them and nothing else.
"That tickles, hun." He flexed his toes and she gave a generous laugh. Having satisfied her curiosity, she decided to continue where she'd left off.
"Mm… much better…" She gave John a very slow and good once-over, "and wow. John… you're sooo beautiful."
He wrapped an arm around her and laughed. "Hun, you're supposed to say handsome… not beautiful. That's what you say to chicks."
Her sly grin turned soft as she went up to kiss him. "Sorry. You're really hauwt then… is that better?" She gave him another long kiss of which he gladly reciprocated while mumbling an unintelligible 'yes' in between.
The feel of real skin-on-skin action had, just as they both had expected, reignited their desire of love. Her breasts brushed invitingly over John's chest as they continue to kiss. His strong arms carefully grab for her arm and leg to straddle him. Their hands resume their courageous adventure of running along the lengths of their bodies.
It had struck Tali, amidst the kiss between them, how far they really had come.
Tali, through a considerable amount of effort (With John's protest), separate their locked lips so they could talk without losing their breath.
"John..." She rasped quietly before staring deeply into his eyes, "...I love you."
He caressed her cheek with a hand and put as much love as he could inside a loving smile.
"I love you too, Tali." He croaked quietly, "With all my heart."
Her raven hair, which encased both of them in a lengthy tunnel of dark locks, was, with the utmost certainty, downright spellbinding.
They kissed again.
When they relieved themselves of smacking at each other's faces, Tali finally worked up the courage to start touching his member.
And at that very moment, Tali felt a rush of emotions reminding her of everything she'd ever dreamed of had come true.
She was with John.
And they were in love.
So madly in love.
And she was finally happy.
All seriousness aside, she was going fuck the tits out of her future husband good. Real good.
Or at least try to. No better way to start than now.
"Ready? 'Cuz I am." She asked as she stroked him ever so slightly.
"Oh yeah…—yeah, go for it." He dragged his words under one breath at her nimble touch. He could do without the sensitive groping (Not because she was bad at doing it, but because it was too good.) …but he'd manage.
Hopefully.
She prodded his member several times with her glistening slit, her breasts dangling over his forehead and nose like small melons dangling from a string.
"Sorry… a lot harder than it looks." She giggled uncontrollably until her hand, still wrapped around his manhood, finally inserted herself onto him correctly.
Her hands flex instinctively against his chest and she moaned.
It struck John, after he'd disappeared into her, that he was right about three of four things:
She was extremely tight… blazingly hot inside, and very, very wet.
The fourth thing (Of which he'd guessed wrong and was in no way of being a bad thing) came off as bit of a serious surprise. Blinking rapidly and seizing the chance to take a large breath, he realized she was much deeper than he had originally anticipated. That or he'd shrunk. His second pump, he glanced down to see his full size and was resolved to know he was indeed the same large size he'd always been.
He thought, when he factored that quarians were of smaller build and height, it'd come naturally that they'd… be smaller too.
"Obviously not." He groaned loud enough for Tali to hear.
"Wh-what…?" She gasped between what seemed to be anywhere between a painful shriek and cry of pleasure. It wasn't that far-fetched to think it could've been both. I mean… she was a virgin.
"N—nothing…"
John didn't get much more time to continue his train of thought. Her knees, which straddled the pinned man, continued to rise and fall slowly.
His libido grumbled angrily at how lousy a fight he was doing of holding himself down from turning into a mad frenzy.
If it were up to his instinct rather than his conscience, it wouldn't be lovemaking right now. But that's exactly what he wanted… to make love to her…'not let his dick do all the talking'.
Her arms, which were locked at the elbows, supported herself on his shoulders. Finding it appropriate, she lay parallel against his chest to give him a sideways kiss.
John took it as an indicator to take over for her. With a firm grasp of both her hips, he pushed slowly until her hands unknowingly grasp the sheets. He made sure he was being gentle and kept the pace at a slow rhythm. It surprised John to feel her forcing herself down on him with every thrust. He expected her to want to take it slow to get used to it.
It was even more of a surprise to hear her moan frustratingly.
"Faster? Please? Come on, John, faster!" She asked between her hearty grunts and bucking thighs.
He didn't bother replying. He got his green light. Reaching to hug her back while simultaneously grabbing her ass, he heightened to the pace she wanted. She forcibly thrust herself into his push while heightening her moan for every time he plunged down. Her groans and moans grew louder with each passing moment, her hands gripping the pillow behind John's head tighter and tighter.
At this rate, their session would hardly last five minutes. But it would be an awesome five minutes.
John felt her canal narrow to an impossible size and nearly had to stop from being over stimulated. Luckily enough she reached hers first before he could.
Her hips dug deeper into him while her legs trembled in ecstasy. She couldn't stop the desire-laced moan that she threw from her lips.
A mild sheen of sweat covered the quarian as they slowed the pace down to catch her breath. "God… only half a minute in and I already came." She took several deep breaths, "ar—are you enjoying this?"
"That a rhetorical question?" He gave off his brightest grin and squeezed both her breasts to reassure her. "Yes, is the answer, hun."
"Keep going—don't… stop—" She replied and fell back against his chest to resume.
"—Not stopping." Given his soaring desire to keep himself from spilling, he made a unanimous decision to try and focus on pleasuring her instead of himself.
An 'easy' feat for anyone willing to place their mind elsewhere for the entire duration. But in what kind of sick universe could you ignore such an overwhelming stimulus (if you could even call it that)?
From Tali no less?
Nowhere.
It was imminent that John pits would also dampen from perspiration. If he kept up the speed Tali forced him to stay at, he'd be sweating everywhere.
Tali was pretty sure, the next few minutes would determine whether or not the sheets would have the same sweaty fate as their skin. But she didn't care.
Being this horny, anything sounded good.
Frustrated with his lack of any form of basic will power, his arms went to hug her back as he rolled them both over so they could switch places. Elated with their new position, Tali took in the new sight and happily continued.
"Ohm, uhm—much—...different, John…"
"You're not—making much sense."
She replied with a hearty moan and grasped tightly against the sheets for some much needed leverage. John was really surprised that she could handle all of him. Not once did she ever complain about his size. There was the occasional grunt or gasp she'd make that sounded rather painful… but every time he'd slow down with a pitiful look of concern on his face, she'd mutter between the cries and yelps of pleasure to go faster and harder again. Shrugging, and deciding that both of them were still in the 'win-win' zone, he continued with the performance Tali demanded from him.
For being a virgin, she was great.
Best sex John ever had in his life.
Hoped her first time would be as great as she imagined it would be.
Her chest heaved for air while her moans grew loader. John took note and realized he found Tali's very 'oh-so luscious' sweet spot.
Might as well squeeze another orgasm out of her.
Her body tensed and trembled again for another several seconds. John could certainly feel it. The contractions and the death grip she held around his waist with her legs would definitely leave their marks. The pain actually gave him a good break from exploding himself. The lack of air in his lungs helped too.
Finally, her locked legs uncurl around his waist and fall back onto the sheets in a sweaty heap.
John let out a hasty breath before thanking the heavens he was able to go this long and give this much to his exotic fiancé.
He gave off another winded breath and grinned stupidly at her.
Whew. worth every second.
John, to some very large extent, expected his performance to dip below the abilities of a hyper-minuteman witnessing a woman undress in front of him for the first time in his life. It was good to know and fairly relieving to know he was wrong.
"Second time. Keelah… that's the best orgasm I've ever had."
"Ever…?" He smiled and gave her a peck, "Ha, you make it out to be like you've had others."
"Ever." She said with a slight laugh, "But I've never had anyone else except for you."
She brought her hands up to mimic his member.
"Ahhh. I get you." He nodded bluntly in understanding, "You uh… help yourself along whenever you 'feel the need'."
"Yes, John." She sniped humorously while taking care to roll her eyes, "I masturbate."
He chuckled and she slapped his shoulder playfully. "I seriously don't see what's wrong with that. I don't do it that often. And I don't think anything beats the dick."
He laughed again and gave her a funny look. "You sure?"
"Yes! …Now will you?"
He relented with a smile, kissed her on the lips passionately, and decided, with a good amount of time in-between, to continue as Tali's libido necessitated.
Her head arched back onto the pillow followed by another hearty groan.
He kept his slow pace while keeping in mind that she still liked it rough. The motions they kept making wouldn't let him last much longer. And she looked well on her way to coming three times now. "If I keep this up, Tali? I'm going to... come."
"Really?" She reached up toward his shoulders and pushed him over until he lay on his back. "I want to come at the same time…"
He nodded dumbly and let her hitch onto him.
Slipping back onto his throbbing core while placing both her hands squarely on his chest, she started the pace herself and already began to feel her building climax.
"John? I already feel it." Her breasts dangling over his head finally flatten against his chest so he could enter inside her better. "Go faster."
"Yeah?" He grabbed for both her cheeks and gave them a tight squeeze. "Good…"
Her grunts turn to squeaks before finally seizing up to hold her breath as she felt the mountain climb higher and higher. Her feet find ample amounts of purchase against the bed while she digs harder into his hips feeling every thrust getting tighter and hotter.
She could feel him growing really stiff. That must've been a good indicator of him coming to his own peak. She'd have to time this right.
Her grinds became much more consistent in speed and pressure.
"Tali…? I'm—"
"I know!"
Suddenly, she cried out something that sounded like pleasure, pain, ecstasy, and anything in-between while John had, concurrently, let himself go inside her.
"Ha ha. Wow." She breathed heavily with a fat smile, hands still on his chest, "I just fucked Commander Shepard."
John cracked a smile and laughed. "Yes. Yes you did."
"God..." She lay down on top of him with his member still throbbing inside her, "That was amazing."
He gave her a good kiss on the cheek. "Yeah. No kidding. Probably should take the sheets with us when we leave. The sex stains are probably one too many."
She snorted and closed her eyes to give him a light kiss on the lips. "So. How was having sex with a quarian?"
"Felt just right." John hummed, "Damn, Tals. That was great."
"Good. I needed to hear that." Her head slowly nestled onto his chest, "We should probably clean up. Take a shower together… you know… uhm…go to bed…" She yawned while fighting to keep her heavy eyes open.
Her breath soon fell into a soft sigh.
When John nodded in agreement, he realized that his rhythmic breathing had, as a consequence, put her to sleep. His one brow arched curiously as her mouth lulled open with a single small snore.
Cutest damned thing in the galaxy.
He couldn't blame her really. His own eyes felt like they were being tethered down by a set of heavy weights. Taking into account how exhaustive their session was, it didn't come as much of surprise to have her actually fall asleep straddling him. It was an ironic way to end the night though. He was expecting at least some more heartfelt kisses and cuddling for the next hour.
Comfort aside, He was very happy with the turn out. Gently brushing a hand along her naked back, he conceded with the idea that he should cover them both with the folded comforter, mess and all, until morning time would wake them both.
"Good night, hun." He cooed before kissing her on the forehead, "...See you 'till morning."
He yawned once, closed his eyes, and fell asleep to the soothing sound of her soft and adorable snores.