( She expects nothing else from this man, combat-hungry was how they met and that's how he will always be. Which she's always too happy to indulge him in whenever she herself is in the mood for it.

Her face lifting with the guidance of his hand to he cheek, resting against it and she can't help but bring her own hand up to rest on his cheek. Running her thumb over a freckled cheek, though they aren't as prominent as his brother's, they were faint but still there. One just had to have the luck of getting close enough to see and count them. Eyes that only light up for those special to him, to show the excitement in battle. Grateful that he's still here with her and she'd not lost him. His gaze so loving it brings butterflies to flutter in her rib cage.

His words bring her soft smile to morph into one of amusement. )

That you're not and I'm grateful of that fact.

( She presses into the kiss, short and sweet, perfect for basking in the afterglow of such an intimate act of love making. With a silly roll of her eyes, completely unserious, as she smiled down at him. Voice almost groaning for what's to come. )

I've tired you out? I'll most likely be bedridden thanks to you, you know.

( Not only from the intense sex, but he wasn't exactly small. Her legs would so sore and shaky. Plus having to look for any marks he'd left on her person. )