Nellie did not answer right away. She was still draped across the table with her face turned away from him, and he could not see it.
But he heard her breath hitch, and then a small, soft, helpless sound that was almost a laugh.
She was smiling. He couldn't see it. He only heard her say, quietly, "Thank you."
"No." He lifted a lazy hand and waved it at the ceiling. "Thank you. Really."
He slumped lower on the bench and stared up at the paper lamp with a slack, satisfied smile.
It had been a long time since he had felt this empty and this good.
The moss-light outside the lattice shimmered softly across the ceiling, and he watched it without thinking of anything at all.
His cock rested soft against his thigh.
The air in the cabin was warm and thick with the smell of sex and her.
"Lor," she said, low and shy, after a while.
"Is the Light satisfied?"
"Very satisfied," he said. "Very, very satisfied, Nellie."
They were quiet again.
A minute passed, maybe two.
