Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

It took him some awkward fumbling to get things going, but Penn at least was not entirely blind going into it. He knew the mechanics of it and knew even better what his body wanted him to do. The awkwardness came from his uncertainty about what Ibis wanted and whether or not she was having a good experience. He knew he was, but was there ever really a risk that he wouldn't? Nope.

When the deed was done, Penn felt a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. He sprawled out beside her, panting steadily and letting his mind play the last scene over and over again. He stole a glance at Ibis, trying to gauge whether or not she was as thrilled as he was. She seemed rather more calm and collected than he was, but again, this was not particularly surprising.

He wanted to ask, but the only ways he thought to would've been crass. Ibis was a classy woman--he knew he couldn't behave that way with her. So, he uttered a soft, "Wow," to himself, hoping to prompt her to share her own feelings on the matter.