link to part 1
Sorry about the wait all, crazy week. Same deal as with part one.
We lay next to each other, catching our breath, the evening air cool against my sweaty skin. Amy was half-wrapped around me, her leg twined around mine and her arm resting on my chest, head pillowed on my arm. A warm wetness pressed itself to my hip, and I smiled inwardly at the the thought of what had JUST happened, what was still happening, really. Of what may happen yet.