Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 9

Disheveled hair, heavy breathing. Cheeky, childish smirks, that had misdeed sprawled over our faces.

Danny and I both looked very similar in that instance, as we sat side by side on my bed, after a very intense... "Make Out" session.

My lips were smeared red raw by his, and my mouth still tingled from his invasion. My lower areas were on fire after the thrusting Danny had been doing with his own, against me, and my entire body seemed to be having an electrical fire-like thing charging throughout it, spreading rapidly to every inch of my body... Even between my toes!

But I didn't hate it at all. In fact, I loved it. I'd certainly gotten an education out of that experience, and it made ordinary studying actually seem a little... Boring.

"That... Was... Good," Danny panted, wrapping an arm around my waist, and pulling my close to his chest, making me smile like an imp.

"Agreed," came my hoarse reply, which was filled with enthusiasm. It certainly had been good. Fantastic, amazing, wondrous, enlightening... All words to describe it.

Did I want a round three or four... Or whatever number we were up to? God no. I needed a break, big time.

I closed my eyes and focused on the tingling feeling. The warmth of Danny's chest against my shoulder and back sent bunches of electrical discharges throughout my body, making me sigh, and relax. These ones weren't surprising, or shocking, or overpowering. They were... Comfortable. Relaxing. Nice.

Danny pulled a brush from his nearby duffle bag, and ran it through my hair gingerly. As I allowed him to do so, I heard him chuckle, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal pace.

"This is nice," my voice drawled out, hoarsely, as I exhaled heavily again. I felt like I could just fall asleep in Danny's arms, as he brushed my hair softly, and just fall asleep to the methodical beating of his powerful heart.

I felt Danny shift behind me. Nodding. "It is," he replied, softly. "We should do it more often," he finished, after quickly running the brush through his own hair, then switching the brush in my hair for his fiendishly finagling fingers.

I bobbed my head again, slowly, as I felt myself drift off into sleep. Goodness, Danny's form of having fun certainly was tiring, and I'm positive that after seeing those magazines, I was probably missing a component of his... Rounds.

"We.... Should," I agreed, leaning heavily against him, hearing his heart beat louder and louder, as if the sleepier I became, the more it made his heart throb.

As I closed my eyes tightly, I realized how foolish that sounded, and mentally apologized to Danny before allowing sleep to take me fully.

Love really is exhausting, isn't it?

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