“You know you love this, Gared-chan,” she said
while pressing against me in her afterglow. While for most people the
afterglow was just a nicer way of describing the exhaustion after
intimacy, for her it was quite literal. I could still see some of the
cinders in her hair and there were various other small embers still
pulsating on her body with a faint orange-reddish light.
A
long and deep exhale was the only response I bothered to give as the
cooling smoke emerged from my lips. I relaxed with her against the bed
frame, completely exhausted as we sat there cuddling.
“Are
you ready for another round?” she teased while positioning herself
further up against me, as if soaking in the smoke. Not that my companion
was bothered by the smog. If anything, she enjoyed it. She was one of
those elemental sub-races, and considering the smoke was twirling around
the glowing cinders of her hair strands, I wouldn’t be surprised if it
had some special sub-meaning to it.