Sweaty bodies, smushed chests and laboured breaths lay between you and Caitlyn. Her legs lay hooked around your hips, quivering and toes curling. Her upper half is mostly limp and exhausted, expected after what you just did you her.

After a few minutes of just breathing each other in, Caitlyn decides to move. Her lower back objects almost immediately, a small wince leaving her as she returns to her original position.

“How’re you?” You chime in, trying to help Caitlyn into a more comfortable position to lie in.

“Good. Great, actually.” Cait’s posh voice cuts in, trying to mask the shake and tremor beneath. “Just a little…flustered.”