Finn's arms wrapped around me, his breathing light and even, telling me he was asleep. The patterns from the moon dancing between the tree branches played on his ceiling. My body was exhausted. Elated but exhausted. Finn and I could not get enough of each other, exploring and teasing until we shuddered to one final orgasm at around 10 PM, a few hours after we released the smoke. So clearly Finn wasn't doing it for the spell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder, breathing in his musk, a mix of smoke and sage and sweat. I closed my eyes and felt peace, like everything was going to be okay. I hadn't felt that since my grandmother died and all her financial burdens landed squarely on my shoulders. Definitely a moment to savor, along basking in this pleasant post coital glow. I pointed my toes and stretched out my lower body. Sex had never felt this fantastic before. Finn shifted releasing me from his embrace. I rolled over and propped myself on my elbow, watching his chest move up and down with each easy breath.
