Ripley came in mid-ride, arching her back and feeling her body go taut as the climax went roaring through her. A near equal delight: no sound of broken bones, and when she came down, there was no scent of fresh blood spilled.
/I did it./ The look of glee on her face seemed to startle Methos for a moment, but then he was too far gone to care. /I only lost control of my strength a little this time./
The significance of it was entirely personal, of course; she didn't expect Methos to fully understand, and as she settled down over him and laid her head on his shoulder she kept quiet for a while, basking in a very unique sense of accomplishment.
"Something?" he asked after he'd caught his breath.
"Just happy. I barely hurt you by accident at all that time."
He blinked, and looked slightly amused. "Is that terribly important to you?"
"Uh...yeah?" she blinked at him as they rolled onto their sides. "If I'm hurting you, I want it to be sparring or adding a slight edge in the sack. Deliberate things. Not from me being clumsy. Not by accident, or because I lost control."
/There's a reason I've only ever fallen into the sack with a guy who regenerates. Well, actually, there are several reasons, many of which are *really* quite compelling. Woohoo. But, uh...yeah. It's an important issue./ "Superhuman strength is a real bitch in the sack," she explained in short.
Of course, that implied she didn't have much experience moderating her strength, which pretty much pointed at her not having much, er...experience...period. But...screw it, he likely wouldn't get schmoopy about the subject of virginity anyway. She sure wasn't going to.
[Ripley] A taste of wine.. (tag Methos, open)
/I did it./ The look of glee on her face seemed to startle Methos for a moment, but then he was too far gone to care. /I only lost control of my strength a little this time./
The significance of it was entirely personal, of course; she didn't expect Methos to fully understand, and as she settled down over him and laid her head on his shoulder she kept quiet for a while, basking in a very unique sense of accomplishment.
"Something?" he asked after he'd caught his breath.
"Just happy. I barely hurt you by accident at all that time."
He blinked, and looked slightly amused. "Is that terribly important to you?"
"Uh...yeah?" she blinked at him as they rolled onto their sides. "If I'm hurting you, I want it to be sparring or adding a slight edge in the sack. Deliberate things. Not from me being clumsy. Not by accident, or because I lost control."
/There's a reason I've only ever fallen into the sack with a guy who regenerates. Well, actually, there are several reasons, many of which are *really* quite compelling. Woohoo. But, uh...yeah. It's an important issue./ "Superhuman strength is a real bitch in the sack," she explained in short.
Of course, that implied she didn't have much experience moderating her strength, which pretty much pointed at her not having much, er...experience...period. But...screw it, he likely wouldn't get schmoopy about the subject of virginity anyway. She sure wasn't going to.