that doesn’t mean what you think it means

His contentment must have been contagious, because if it weren’t for the unfamiliar surroundings Vai might have fallen into a blissful and exhausted slumber then and there. That it was outside and they were naked wasn’t the issue - no, it was that they were outside and naked and it was somewhere new. The gentle caress of his fingers had her eyes slipping shut regardless, and she hummed a laugh against his chest. ”You owe me a story,” she said insistently, her voice a low purr in the night, roughened by cries of pleasure. ”But as it so happens, I did need a man around. And I did have an itch to scratch.” With a wicked smile, she tilted her head to glance up at him. ”I also don’t think I can get up without help.” Testament to a good and thorough fucking. Thanks, Zeph. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe