The heated spray of that water was nothing short of glorious against his skin, the man merely releasing his hold upon that affinity for temperature entirely. Such a thing hardly needed within this blissful warmth, the stallion relaxing readily beneath its heat without that need to so maintain his own to a degree he felt acceptable. That power so often constantly running even at only a low level, Frost having gotten used to certain temperatures and as such he desired to keep them that way regardless of how surely self-serving such a notion was. He drew that woman more easily towards him then, that slick feel of her skin and the press of her chest against his own were entirely distracting in the most pleasant sort of way. It had been a long time since he had sought to have those more physical needs met and in the wake of that satisfaction they had surely both found the man found himself almost...enjoying that closeness he so found he desired in a fashion he never had before. He was so used to simply leaving the mere moment such intimacy had been completed, such acts rarely involving any true intimacy at all. This simply sensation of caring was new to him and yet he did not find it disagreeable in any sense. The stallion almost willing to explore the depths of that affection and those desires to remain close to her and yet he was hardly willing to bypass those further pleasurable touches Nadya seemed all-too willing to offer him.

They had waited so long, after all, surely they could enjoy one another now? Nadya seeming more bold then she ever had before in the wake of that first coupling within the bedroom and yet despite Frost having found that satisfaction so recently that touch of her hand readily saw the man begin to respond all over again. That groan she elicited from his lips was released readily, his fingers tightening slightly upon her hips as those sensations readily began to stir once more. The equine was veritably within that prime of his life, his body readily capable and all too eager to respond even despite having found that release only moments ago. That wash cloth slid easily over his skin, the man near forgetting just what he had been saying. Perhaps it simply did not matter. They could discuss those ideas of homelands and bedrooms later. They seemed entirely irrelevant to him now. The very world seemed entirely irrelevant. Her touch shifted and changed, that pace and pressure altered until she seemed to find just how he responded best as she explored that length. Frost so readily forced to grip at those threads of his control lest he find himself losing it all over again.

His lips found her own easily, a distraction as much as it was a simple desire for the taste of her, Frost moving to steal that washcloth almost effortlessly before letting his own hands slide across her slender figure. How easy it was to forget such a woman had already had two children, her body showing no signs of that effort, her skin and physique entirely untainted and glorious soft beneath his hands as they moved to slide behind her and explore that soft flesh entirely. A simper gracing his features at the feel. The stallion clearly satisfied with what he found despite that argument that he was hardly being fair, his head dipping once more to steal yet another kiss from her as that cloth slid effortlessly between her limbs. He was aware, vaguely, of her hands gracing the length of his arms- sliding over that toned muscle before grasping his wrists. His own actions stilled readily, curiosity sparking within him as her lips found his own and he returned that gesture, allowing her to keep his arms however she desired before her lips moved away from his, pressing to his neck- that soft nip stealing another groan from within him before her lips continued their journey downward. Her hands released his own in those last few moments, that awareness of what she intended seeming to dawn on him then. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had offered him that.

Even that soft touch of her breath upon him was enough to see him near ache for that embrace, the stallion unable to stop that soft rush of air that left his own lips as Nadya enveloped him. That groan was pulled roughly from him, his eyes fluttering closed in the wake of those sensation he was assaulted with. His hands moved downward automatically, nestling gently within her hair, encouraging her to take only more of him. This, he was sure, was how empires had fallen in those times long passed. What man would ever deny this? His hips so easily shifted, finding that rhythm the woman herself seemed willing to set, his breathing readily hitching now as he clung to what remained of that control. His words, this time, almost breathless as he offered them, the man glancing downward as if simply to remember the sight of her here and now. That- he was sure he would never forget.

"God, Naja- if you continue...to.....do that....."

He was entirely sure she knew exactly what would happen if she did. The woman focused entirely on his own pleasure now in the way no woman ever had before. Another groan fell readily from his lips, his fingers tightening within her hair as it became entirely apparent she had no desire to stop, his breath coming in near pants then before he found his control rapidly unravelling. The equine hitting that peak of satisfaction for the second time tonight. Her name uttered several times on his lips as his did. His chest was left rising and falling heavily in the wake of it as he all but lent back against the wall of the shower. The children were asleep weren't they? They man briefly considering those infants and just how much noise he and Nadya had made. Surely the walls were thick and the children heavy sleepers. Besides, they were too young to comprehend, of that he was sure. One hand lifted to run through his sodden hair, his breathing still uneven as his violet gaze returned to his girlfriend, that look of sheer contentment upon his features. The woman rose to her feet then, Frosts arms reaching for her automatically to draw her as close as he could, her fingers running across his chest and over that heavily beating heart. The assurance she desired to share a room with him stirring that simper to his lips now. She could have asked him for anything she wanted in that moment. The man almost entirely assured he would have said yes as one hand lifted, his fingers brushing a little of that hair from her eyes in an affectionate gesture and a truly rare display of...gentleness from the man. That comment about the closet stirring a soft snort to his lips as his body slow begun to recover from that excitement.

"I suppose we will have to build one. I somehow doubt my wardrobe will accommodate both our things."

He sighed softly at the thought of that up-coming work and yet he hardly found he truly minded, that hint of a smile existing upon his lips all the same as he pressed them briefly to her forehead, such displays of affection rare from the man and yet sex did have a way of putting him in a truly amicable mood.

"We should probably get ready for bed if we are to be moving and packing tomorrow although I am loath to leave this shower...."



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