[It's rare that he's not thinking about anything at all: there have even been times when the solution to a case, the moment where everything clicks together, has come to him in a dream. But as Texas shouts and scratches his shoulder and shudders around him, conscious thought and calculation are gone, replaced with pure sensation.
Her orgasm brings him that much closer to his own. When she starts to kiss him again, his arms go around her back. He presses up into her three times in quick succession, each time a little more firmly. The third time, he holds his postion, shudders all over, and moans into her mouth, more flooded with ecstasy than he would ever have assumed possible.
It's different than the previous night, and far better. He clings to her as he rides it out. When it ends, he stares at her for a long moment, then collapses back against the wall, looking stunned.]
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Her orgasm brings him that much closer to his own. When she starts to kiss him again, his arms go around her back. He presses up into her three times in quick succession, each time a little more firmly. The third time, he holds his postion, shudders all over, and moans into her mouth, more flooded with ecstasy than he would ever have assumed possible.
It's different than the previous night, and far better. He clings to her as he rides it out. When it ends, he stares at her for a long moment, then collapses back against the wall, looking stunned.]