Claire lay in Leon's arms, her body nestled perfectly into the crook of his chest. Their skin clung slightly, the aftermath of love-making clinging to them like a second skin. The room was still, the silence broken only by the rhythmic sound of their breathing, their hearts slowly syncing after a night where neither had held back.
Claire's body ached in the most delicious way, every inch of her skin humming with the memory of Leon's touch. As she blinked sleepily, she felt a shift beside her.
Leon stirred slightly, brushing a stray strand of Claire's dark hair off her cheek, his fingers barely skimming her skin. His voice was soft, husky from exhaustion and emotion. "Are you okay? Still sore?"
Claire, eyes still closed, smiled sleepily. "A little sore... but not tired."
Leon's lips curled into a slow grin "So you're not tired?" he echoed.
Claire opened her eyes halfway, sensing something in his tone. "Why..."
