Unspoken Words

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of skin as Seraphine shifted, resting her head on my boobs. Her naked body was comforting, a different to the cold air of the room. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breath, as I pressed my thighs in between on her legs feeling the sensation along with her even after our heated moment together. She was still somewhat wet down there.

I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the texture of the strands slipping through my fingers. We'd been like this for a while, the silence stretching comfortably between us. But there was something I needed to ask, something that had been nagging at me since the arena...something which otherwise she wouldn't have answer. 

"Seraphine," I began, my voice low. "If you don't mind me asking… I'm curious about something." 

She looked up at me, her silver eyes meeting mine, her expression calm. "You can ask me anything," she replied softly.