Spinning out of control

She melted into him, returning his gestures in kind, through she had no idea what she was doing. If some small voice cried out 'what are you doing!' It was drowned out by the taste of him.

Morning after:

She had somehow forgotten about the small space, the walls closing in on her. Instead, she slept more blissfully tben she had in a long time. She woke to the first hints of sunlight, filtering past the damp and drying weeds that partly blocked their exit.

She turned, leaning further into the warm space of Pyrs stomach. She stretched out her legs, yawning, and tickling his tummy by accident with her toes. She kissed his cheek, wondering if he was yet awake, and-- she bolted to her feet with a gasp. "Babies! Oh no, I took nothing to guard against babies!"