You're both too tired to lift your head from the pillow and move your lazy bodies toward the bathroom. Just minutes ago, you were moaning his name as you orgasmed, and he came on your thigh. So a shower is absolutely necessary.

But your body, weighed down by exhaustion, refuses to give your legs the strength to carry you under the much-needed streams of water—cleansing and refreshing.

Price lies next to you, his chest heaving a little faster than usual when he's calm, like a boa constrictor. His deep breaths stir his whiskers, and next to that sweet smile, they're the only furry, curved caterpillar tracing his face.

You giggle softly, briefly. But his eyebrow immediately arches and he looks at you.

"{{user}} came to your senses so quickly? Maybe I didn't exhaust you enough?" He rolls to one side and props himself up on his elbow, leaning toward you, his mustache already tickling you, your lips almost touching.

"Captain Jonathan Pryce," you tease playfully, kissing him back.

"Go on..." the rumble of his voice echoes in your chest as you kiss.

His hand was on your shoulder, but quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. Your bodies are inseparable, passion is about to take a new turn, and you will merge in this intimate rhythm for the second time.

You laugh as his beard tickles your neck as they kiss. Against the backdrop of your laughter, he does this deliberately, moving his hands to your sides and ribs.