Having shifted her so she sat sideways on his lap once again, their bodies still pulsing with exertion, she nestled herself onto his chest and closed her eyes in the darkness. One of her hands rested on the back of his neck, while the other hand tightly clutched his shirt. His fingerless gloved hand ran through her wavy hair, while his other hand wrapped around her waist. In these nirvana-like moments, she found herself reaching a conclusion.
Her mate had the most unconventional way of proposing, as he never actually proposed. Instead, he would either state that he would marry her or assert that she was already his wife.
"Are you truly alright?" He asked once again.
She yawned, "Yes, just feeling a little drowsy."
Tenderly, he rubbed their noses together then guided her head back to its place on his chest. "...We need to talk,"
