The afterglow is new to her, but she thinks she likes it a great deal, especially with all of the touching. His mouth on her breast is enough to make her shiver, promise to herself that they're going to properly explore that feeling.

"Aye," she teases, "you can feel for yourself, can't you. What a mess you've made of me." But there's nothing but satisfaction in her voice, and she moves easily when he does, enjoying this new position as much as the other. He's warm and broad, and she likes the smell of him, as she nestles in against his chest.

"I mean-- well, we never got to be so free in it. Most fucking in the North was just getting enough layers down, unless you somehow found some little warm cave or had a fancy tent. It was good, usually, but it wasn't-- fun, is that the word? Or with all the touching."