[When she finally rolls over to look at him, he's flushed and fighting back a shiver, but smiling gently. A fondness there, still existing despite the messy way that this has ended. It's very much like Sprezzatura to hold herself to a standard that would make her ask if it felt nice, after all she's done.]
Sprezzatura...
[Hand still on her back, Henry lies down next to her, on his side. There's a laziness to his body language now.]
It's always nice with you. More than nice. You should know that by now.
[ it's just as she said: it will feel so good he cannot help but to want to drift off into sleep after. she swallows again, clears her throat again. the taste of him will linger.
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Sprezzatura...
[Hand still on her back, Henry lies down next to her, on his side. There's a laziness to his body language now.]
It's always nice with you. More than nice. You should know that by now.
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even so... she's satisfied. ]
Good. Go to sleep, lapochka.
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And you?
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Okay. Good.
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and whispers, ] I love you.
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Easily, softly, and without any hesitation at all-] I love you, too.