She took a moment, eyes closed, to run her hands over herself, her arms and neck, then over her face and into her hair as if to confirm that she was still in one piece. She twisted half onto her side, legs together, an unconsciously shy gesture. Layla was used to the self assurance that came with being right all the time, but it took a whole other level of ego, she had to figure, to just bask in the afterglow with your legs apart. She swallowed a breath a her heart rate started to slow, before her she opened her eyes again to look up at Jamie. She was a flushed, tousled mess and it felt great.
Layla smiled a little, expression running the gamut from shy to amused to deeply affectionate and still, though she was wonderfully sated, wanting, and after a moment she twisted her body back toward him and reached for him, fingertips grazing his shoulder and his cheek.
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Date: 2010-07-04 09:28 pm (UTC)Layla smiled a little, expression running the gamut from shy to amused to deeply affectionate and still, though she was wonderfully sated, wanting, and after a moment she twisted her body back toward him and reached for him, fingertips grazing his shoulder and his cheek.