Moon takes his weight easily, finally releasing his throat, just a speck of blood on her lips. She laughs softly, looking at the mark she's left behind, and then nuzzles his ear. It's a lazy, languid feeling, and her heart is light, happy.

The laughter tastes of joy and sunshine to her, and she revels in the pleasant heaviness of her body, the wetness of his within her.

"Jason," she purrs, savoring the name on her tongue.