Mauve was certain she was smiling sheepishly as she buried her face against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, it was faster than usual but it might have been her own heartbeat echoing back to her.
She was flushed from head to toe and tired too, she didn't want to move, didn't want to deal with the aftermath, she wished she was sleepy but she was just too tired to move, her mind was fully awake.
She lay stiffly, on his body not wanting to move. It didn't help that he wasn't saying anything even though he knew she was awake.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked and pulled out of her.
Mauve whimpered at the sensation, "Nothing," she blushed.
"Hmm, just a second." He carefully pushed her off him and got out of bed.
He wiped between her legs while she stayed still, red as a cherry.
"Does it hurt?" He asked again.
