He mirrored her by scrunching his own nose at the suggestion that she punch him. "I'm going to feel like I've been punched later on," he teased, tone lacking all seriousness. "Making love on the ground isn't something I regularly do; in fact, I don't think it's something I've ever done," he continued, all the while raising his body slightly off hers to allow her some breathing room.
He realized quickly that his muscles were still weak, both from the sex itself and from the uncomfortable spot he'd chosen on the ground. He grumbled something under his breath and then, leaning back down, he wrapped his arms around her and, with a grunt, rolled over so she was lying halfway on top of him.
"Mmm, better?" he asked, wincing at the discomfort he felt when the back of his head hit the ground. Merlin, had he really put her through this amount of discomfort, or did it only feel that way because he was tired?
He realized quickly that his muscles were still weak, both from the sex itself and from the uncomfortable spot he'd chosen on the ground. He grumbled something under his breath and then, leaning back down, he wrapped his arms around her and, with a grunt, rolled over so she was lying halfway on top of him.
"Mmm, better?" he asked, wincing at the discomfort he felt when the back of his head hit the ground. Merlin, had he really put her through this amount of discomfort, or did it only feel that way because he was tired?
— set by MJ! —