Rogue

Rogue had to admit, she really loved this part. The whole of it was... great, every time, which she'd heard wasn't always the case, but this part, the after part, was at least on par with the rest of it. The breeze was pulling gently on her skin and hair, their sweat was drying, she could feel his body slowing and listen to his breath. Yeah, this part was- was just swell.

"Mmn," she hummed softly, nuzzling his throat with the tip of her nose and nestling closer, fanning her fingers out over his chest and leaving her palm flat over his heart. The shilling was still warm against her collar bone.