WC:love wounds 
Her body seemed to be fighting the urge to wake, even as she swatted at him and missed badly. She was misreading his actions he felt, he was way too sore and tired to even think of going another round today, not after last night. And then she was up just as if she was back at home in the morning, her body surging forward but even that was dulled by what had went on last night. He watched her amused, knowing she was tired, and knowing she was too stubborn to sit in the tent much longer.
And then came her reasoning just as it always did, and he wasn’t worried. Charlemange getting loose was almost to be expected, poor lad had suffered to long without the feeling of a mare underneath him. But he guessed that could present some problems in the end. Her stirring body unknowingly started teasing a certain region around his groin and he shuddered suddenly, feeling the sore dull throbbing pain worsen. God had they really gone at it all night long? The night had just started when they were dancing, and he couldn’t remember when they finally calmed down and went to sleep.
After he was aware of his predicament in that area, his hands came to wipe away strands of red from her face. “I slept well and still feel like my body is laden with bricks.” He remarked quietly, wanting nothing more than to sit here as long as possible and hold her. But once she had made her mind up he knew he wouldn’t be able to tempt her back under the covers, he gave her one final protesting whimper, before sighing quite loudly. “Alright then, there’s no changing your mind about staying in the tent.” He remarked as his body slowly started to stir, finding various parts of his body throbbing and sore, and sharp pains along his back. He felt like he had been attacked by some big cat. But it was just the consequences of being mated to someone his match physically, and as demanding a partner in bed as he was.
With her slowly rolling off him, he was free to sit up and survey the damage, doing so brought a quick intake of air as pain fired along neurons, centering around his chest and back. As he sat up he felt something sticking to his back, and he could only imagine what had happened, in their stupor she could have cut him open and he would have still be been bleeding when they finally fell asleep.
“Um just bad did we get last night?” like he didn’t know the answer.
Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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