In the wake of that intimate moment the stallion was left utterly spent. Sex so had a way of being exhausting even if there were far more physical activities out there. Yet, so few of them resulted in that same sense of satisfaction afterwards, his form entirely sated in a way it had not been for months now. There was a certain sweetness to those moments after, to that rapid rise and fall of their breaths and hammering hearts and that fine layer of sweat that touched his own fit figured as he rolled easily from her and onto his back beside her, the man making no effort to leave of remove himself from that bed. A veritable first for the equine whom had never been permitted such luxuries before. The man so allowed to indulge those lingering emotions for the first time with any woman he'd shared a bed with. These sensations were...new to him, in a sense, the man hardly finding himself inclined to leave when that need for physical closeness remained, tugging at him all the same and in the wake of what they had done he hardly saw a need to deny either of them that affection. His lips pressed softly to her cheek before one arm shifted about her to draw her softly against him, the man far more satisfied once her figure rested against his own. That possessive part of him readily soothed, his personality and too, the very species of animal he was so tended to be....territorial over just exactly what was his. Nadya so having pressed herself only deeper into that category now.

That idle comment at last managed to leave his lips, amusement touching his words all the same, that simple feeling of contentment settling readily over him now as Nadya seemed only to press closer to him, assuring the stallion his actions in this had been correct at least. That desire to cuddle so strikingly new to him and yet he hardly found he disliked it in any sense, even if he was hardly prone to such things at any other time. Frost, by nature, reserved with his affection in public and outside the bedroom if only because it was simply the way he had been taught the world was. That chuckle that fell from the woman's lips saw a simper of sorts tug at his own, the man oblivious in that moment to her internal considerations off his nature, of those things she saw- was allowed to see- that so many others simply were not. Frost, perhaps, far to guarded for his own good and yet the man was hardly inclined to change in any sense. Allowing but a single person to slip somewhere beneath those shields was effort enough- though he was inclined to believe he did not regret it. His affection for Nadya increasing tenfold in the wake of tonight. Her body so surely his own now too- her words echoing much that same sentiment.

Her fingers reached suddenly upward, those violet eyes watching her curiously and yet he hardly flinched away as he so often did when anyone reached for that injured eye, the man so often given to simple reaction in the wake of it. Muscle memory alone refusing to allow hand to reach for it in most circumstance- even Alexander treated with suspicion when his hands lifted and yet he supposed he held some level of trust in Nadya alone, allowing her fingers to sweep that hair aside from those rarely seen eyes. That soft assurance that she could get used to this bringing that soft sound of amusement to his own lips as he met her gaze, his fingers lightly toying with a lock of her dark hair in an absentminded fashion.

"Oh, could you now?"

Those smooth, cool, lyrics feel easily from his lips as she further adjusted within his arms as if to make her point all the more clear, Frost content to let her find that comfortable place against him before that question fell from her lips. The stallion momentarily surprised. Stay? He hadn't truly considered it, his mind far to taken with those earlier actions to consider that she might desire he spend the night, another thing the man had so rarely done since leaving his homeland and certainly never before that. He was hardly opposed to the idea he supposed. The others could survive one night without him at home if he spent it here in Nadya's bed. His mind briefly wandering to those children. They were not truly old enough, he suspected, to understanding anything of the relationships of their mother nor truly grasp the meaning off him strolling from her bedroom in the morning. Frost, despite what he appeared, inclined to think of those babes even now and the....appropriateness off it and yet their youth was surely enough that they would hardly understand- nor care- all the same. The equine finding that he almost liked the idea of spending the evening with Nadya against him as he had desired for some time now. That mention of breakfast and packing seeing his gaze return to her all the same.

"I'll stay tonight- and for breakfast in the morning."

He replied softly, at last. His gaze momentarily breaking from Nadya to look about that bedroom in a moment of contemplation, his arm remaining around the woman all the same, keeping her pressed against him before gesturing lightly to the room in general.

"How much off this are you bringing, or do you mean to bring all of it?"

Was his room even big enough to fit this all in? The man, for the first time, contemplating exactly how man clothes Nadya intended to keep in his wardrobe....



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