Moonspear [M] Dream on

She remained wordless, consumed by the novel sensation. Every movement he made left her pleasantly surprised, and speechless. Often, she held her breath as if to concentrate only on what she was feeling, until found herself growing somewhat dizzy and feeble and forced herself to take short, mewling breaths. He held her tightly, something she had overlooked alongside the task of holding part of his weight. But for these minor discomforts, she felt herself enjoying the experience, and was left feeling a bit shaky, but smiling when she was at last able to pull away from him for a moment. 

She couldn't quite understand why it was that such a thing seemed to mean so much to men- unless, of course, their experience was different from what a woman felt. She felt full of questions that she now wanted to ask of other women- but such things could wait for another time. 

She drew in a few deep breaths, and mustered a smile for Alaric. "I am...Not sure what to say now," She admitted, a bit bashfully. Something occurred to her, though, that she thought he might take as a compliment. "You were a good choice."