The last sex Annie had wasn't good sex. It wasn't awful, but it was one last attempt to bring some light into Palo's eyes, and it had failed.
Werewolves have ravenous libidos, but until Jesse, she hadn't longed for someone in a very, very long time. When her head starts to clear, she has her face tucked against his neck, and she breathes a laugh of relief.
"Oh, now I remember: I do love sex." A pause, an amendment: "Really good sex."
He's still panting and blinking the stars from his eyes, but the words filter through on only a very slight delay, and when they register he lets out a short, breathless laugh.
"Really good," he agrees, rolling them onto their sides so she can't hide her face; so he can look at her, can press lazy, languid kisses to her mouth again and again, like he's still making up for all the times he could have and didn't.
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Date: 2017-01-16 03:10 am (UTC)Werewolves have ravenous libidos, but until Jesse, she hadn't longed for someone in a very, very long time. When her head starts to clear, she has her face tucked against his neck, and she breathes a laugh of relief.
"Oh, now I remember: I do love sex." A pause, an amendment: "Really good sex."
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Date: 2017-01-16 04:26 pm (UTC)"Really good," he agrees, rolling them onto their sides so she can't hide her face; so he can look at her, can press lazy, languid kisses to her mouth again and again, like he's still making up for all the times he could have and didn't.