Phil was relieved to see his skills hadn't gone downhill from nonuse, or at least he would have been relieved, if his brain didn't feel like it had been painted on the inside of his skull. He lay back, trying to catch his breath, and blinked at the ceiling. As soon as he felt able to move again, he slid an arm around Carol and pulled her close, maybe a bit fiercer than he needed to. Sex tended to make him feel... strangely protective.
He tried to speak, choked on his dry throat, then swallowed and tried again. "How do you feel? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?" He knew it had gotten a bit rough there at one point, although he didn't feel like he'd ever really lost control. It was probably impossible for him to hurt Carol anyway, but still, it was nice to ask.
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~magic handwave of sex~
Date: 2012-05-11 07:35 am (UTC)He tried to speak, choked on his dry throat, then swallowed and tried again. "How do you feel? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?" He knew it had gotten a bit rough there at one point, although he didn't feel like he'd ever really lost control. It was probably impossible for him to hurt Carol anyway, but still, it was nice to ask.