They're quite the collection, all of them. How wonderful and unexpected everyone comes together from these twists in time and space.

All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.

Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.