>8am in the morning, you two collapsed on each other and tried to catch your breath.
>You're pretty much shooting ghost loads at this point.
>The sheets have been tossed all kinds of ways.
>The ceiling fan isn't on it's highest setting and neither one of you have the energy to make it faster.
>As a result a thick musk of fucking has clouded the room.
"So what are you feeling?" you ask as you pass the routine post-coitus cigarette.
>"Love," she shoots back immediately, a bit of a chuckle afterward.
>"You're surprised? You're a good guy. Even if you try to deny it."
>She rolls on her stomach to behold you as she passes the cigarette back.
>"What the hell happened on Earth that makes you want to hide that fact?"
"Usually would get ghosted if you showed you cared, you would get the results you want by doing the exact opposite."
>You pick up on the faint smile, something must've amused her.
>"You mean like you were doing in the beginning? It certainly worked."
>She crawls up to your eye level. "But that only gets you so far."
>She uses a dainty finger to trace a heart shape where you heart is. "I think we're both looking for something a little deeper, aren't we?"
"That's what I ever really wanted on earth."
>"Did you ever get it?"
"Take a guess."
>She picked up on the regret on your face.
>She saw the sorrow, missed opportunities, lonely nights and frustration, only briefly until it was replaced with a smile.
"It's only a foot note now," you say, waving away her pity.