It is certainly taken as one. How could it not be when she smiles at him like that. It's enough to make him grin in turn, cheek pressing against her palm. His brow bounces as he replies with a definitive, "Good."
Taking a moment to gather himself, he pulls out with a small grunt and shiver at the sensation. Not that he particularly wanted to, but he can't keep her on a table forever. Those precious few moments were enough for his muscles to recover so that he can scoop her up rather than ask her (hopefully) now weak thighs to do any work. He brings her back to the bed, laying her down before laying down beside her.
The pre-storm sensation lingering in the air suits their intense time together. It feels particularly appropriate to Muldoon, who had been going through a somewhat extended dry spell before this. What a way to break it. What a woman to break it with. Even with his mind failing to organise itself in the wake of such bliss, it's hard not to simply look at her. So he does, taking in the sight of her, tired and satisfied.
Part of him wants to say that he enjoyed himself, but that seems redundant. Especially with the way he looks over her now. Instead, after a little consideration, he decides to do what he does best: Show, not tell. So he kisses her. Slowly, this time, and deeply, to be clear about just how much he enjoyed that.
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Date: 2023-08-16 11:03 pm (UTC)Taking a moment to gather himself, he pulls out with a small grunt and shiver at the sensation. Not that he particularly wanted to, but he can't keep her on a table forever. Those precious few moments were enough for his muscles to recover so that he can scoop her up rather than ask her (hopefully) now weak thighs to do any work. He brings her back to the bed, laying her down before laying down beside her.
The pre-storm sensation lingering in the air suits their intense time together. It feels particularly appropriate to Muldoon, who had been going through a somewhat extended dry spell before this. What a way to break it. What a woman to break it with. Even with his mind failing to organise itself in the wake of such bliss, it's hard not to simply look at her. So he does, taking in the sight of her, tired and satisfied.
Part of him wants to say that he enjoyed himself, but that seems redundant. Especially with the way he looks over her now. Instead, after a little consideration, he decides to do what he does best: Show, not tell. So he kisses her. Slowly, this time, and deeply, to be clear about just how much he enjoyed that.