[He can't hope to avoid her tongue if he's going to touch her lips like that, though all she does is pass it over the digit, rather benign.]

Hm.

[How is she? More than happy. If there were things she had been upset about or needed to decompress from then they feel completely beyond the scope of understanding right now. With her free hand she reaches up to skate her fingers over his chest, just another excuse to touch him, basically.]

I'm tired enough to want ribs. [But not something huge like an entire large pizza to herself. He's currently worn her out in just the right way, it's nice to feel the hint of exhaustion while remaining mostly in herself.] Kinda just wanna stay here all night and bang, though. Over and over and over again.

[Who cares about going home? Not her.]