Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

It was no more or less than affairs she'd had before; the good ones, that is.  She did not worry about if he had found it to be enough.  That didn't matter.  She'd done what she could to ensure both ejoyed it, but there was a reason her wife's profession was not one she held herself.  She was neither a good liar nor a selfless lover.

But she had enjoyed it herself, and as Firefly finished, she took a moment to still her breathing somewhat, then turned to him and gave him a touch, this time, where before she'd nibbled.  He was a good friend to her at least to have done this, whatever he was to her wife nonwithstanding.