Elle pouted a little and looked up at him. It's not that she hadn't enjoyed it. She had, a lot. Even too much. She kind of liked the bruises too, even if they hurt. Her fingers stroked her sensitive hips bones, and maybe she smiled a little at the small bites on his shoulder and neck, the blotchy redness of his skin from where she'd burnt him.

Maybe at any other moment she'd be worried and horrified at how beat up she must look, but she wasn't. Not at the moment. No, her pouting was over something else.

"I gonna take a shower too," she whined. "I'm all full of your... stuff."