Very very very very very good. Good and hot and makes her moan and shudder and grin and blush and sigh and kiss him more and more and touch him and feel a little below his waist to feel his bottom (butt, you can say butt, it's in your own head) and that's below his waist but that's ok because he's got pants on and pants are ok and he's so wonderful and she just keeps touching him and writhing with glee and joy and delight and, and wet arousal and everything and picking up on what she can of what he likes and kissing and touching that more. More and more and more and more, for thirty minutes or so, exploring a little but being very careful not to explore too far, to go where she doesn't want to go (or well where she shouldn't go, same thing, even if it isn't), until she starts getting too lost in it and slows down for a bit, to look at him and catch her breath and feel flushed and incredible and wonderful. 

It takes him a second to catch up to the shift in context, and then—

(for a moment all he feels is—wrong bad weak afraid—he should just take what he wants—and then he remembers the consequences of that, and the consequences are actually just straightforwardly worse than feeling like shit for being wrong and weak and merciful—also, the thing that he wants here is Jenna's happiness, which cannot in fact be taken by force—)

—he blinks a couple of times, as though shaking himself out of a trance, and grins at her. "Hi. Wow. You're very good."

Jenna smiles and sighs and rests in his arms, oblivious to his internal conflict or at least not caring about why he blinked because she's so very happy to be here, simply enjoying his smile and the way he looks at her and his wonderful smile and his sweet and good and happy words. She grins back and says (without a worry or care even if she might normally be a bit embarrassed but right now she's too flushed with delight and desire and happiness) "well, so are you! Very very good!" She sighs happily and nestles a little more in his arms, still grinning and catching her breath. 

He giggles and hugs her and kisses her forehead.

Jenna giggles back and snuggles in closer. The kissing and the touching was nice but this is very very nice too (and no that kiss doesn't count), being held and comfortable snuggling up to him like this and even though things weren't quite as amazing as last time they were still wonderful and she's feeling floaty and delighted and happy and relaxed, feeling close and soft and snuggly. She gives him a couple soft kisses but they're more affectionate than, well, aroused, and continues to relax. It's so nice to be held. And it was so nice to be picked up she suddenly remembers, giggling and wriggling closer. She kindof wishes he'd do it again and carry her off but she probably shouldn't ask that and she's more than content to be relaxing here feeling cuddled and snuggled and good. 

This is very nice. Cuddling Jenna is very good and cozy.

Snuggling Sean is very good and cozy as well. Extremely cozy even. Cozy and relaxing and sweet and so easy to rest on his chest and feel him breath in and out and match her breath to his if she wants to which feels very nice and sweet and even if it's a little uncomfortable to do that in these chairs instead of a couch or something (or more than a little) it's still very nice and easy to drift down into him and snuggle all cozy. And soft. And snuggly. And warm. 

Jenna feels herself start to drift a little but she doesn't mind, she doesn't have anything she needs to get done tonight (because she had a date!!) and she's sure Sean will wake her at some point. If she does fall asleep. Which she might. He's very cozy. And his breath feels good. And... and snuggly. Cozy. And strong and soft and wonderful. 

Awwww, a dozy cozy Jenna! She's so good! He wants to hold her and pet her and cuddle her and keep her safe.

Jenna is perfectly fine with this. She likes being held. And petted. And she feels more than plenty safe in his arms and on his chest and relaxing snuggly sated (or mostly sated but she's already decided she was fine with it and there will be more opportunities. Opportunities with actual beds and silk sheets and bodies held together and strength and soft. and snuggles and desire. and happy. and cozy. and....)

Jenna falls asleep on him, smiling softly. 

She's so good.

He holds her for a few minutes, and then he wills her to wake up. Pleasantly well-rested but not so well-rested that she'll have trouble getting to sleep later. He can do that, right? He's magic. He should be able to do that.

(He might've liked to cuddle her for longer, but— she's not getting anything out of sleeping on him, and it feels... not quite right... to cuddle her purely for his own sake when the version of her who knows everything would probably be upset with him for it.)

Jenna stirs. How long has she been asleep? She feels like she might have slept for an hour or two, just resting on him. A bit longer than she might have wanted perhaps but her legs are hardly cramped at all so it can't have been all that long. Regardless waking up on him like this feels sweet and delightful. She stirs and looks up at him and smiles softly and takes in his very cute face and shifts her legs to make sure they don't cramp (which they might before too long like this, how are they not cramped already) and stretches. She doesn't sit up yet though. No, she'd much rather lay here on his lap happy like this for a little while longer. It's a very very nice kind of happy all soft and relaxed rather than the more head-first kind of bouncy joy she's more used to feeling. And well, it's rather nice and she doesn't want to let it go. Not yet. 

He holds her and pets her and makes soft contented noises.

Good noises! Very good noises! She wriggles herself more awake and grins even wider and leans into his hands because having them pet her feels very nice and it's a very good thing to wake up to. He's not acting like anything is urgent and honestly she can't have been sleeping for hours because if she had been that'd be really weird to be honest (though Sean is rather strange sometimes and it wouldn't be all that surprising) and so there's nothing wrong with basking in it and enjoying herself. 

Oh good oh soft oh cozy oh Jenna.

"Hi you're cute."

Jenna grins sheepishly and sleepily (and it's funny how similar those words sound) and blushes a little at the sweet compliment but she's a little bit too happy to worry too much about how much she's letting her enjoyment show on her face because that isn't really a bad thing. Or at least not something to worry about but simply enjoy. "Well you're handsome," she says, blushing a little further but enjoying the way he looks at her when she does (such a cute happy smile and the way his eyes look and the way all of him looks he's so handsome and sexy and it's so very wonderful and maybe she should make sure she hasn't slept too long and maybe see about getting home soon). She isn't sure how long she's been sleeping so comfortable and happy in his arms (even if she might wish it to be his bed but there's time for that later) and she should probably maybe go home soon but she doesn't want to leave his arms. 

Splitting the difference, she asks, "how long was I out?"

"I super was not paying attention to time but I'm pretty sure it wasn't more than half an hour?" He's in fact pretty sure it was a lot less, but it would be awkward to explain how that happened. Anyway he can poke the car's display and make it show the time and would you look at that it really isn't very late at all.

Jenna tilts herself to look at the time and rests back down in his arms happy and content and feeling delightful and sweet. This isn't the most comfortable position to be in right now and she's probably going to eventually get bored here and it's not like she has access to food or water or classes or other friends (even if Sean is such a very good friend. Boyfriend, maybe!) and so she should probably eventually get up and go back to her apartment and squeal about her date until she falls asleep but doing that means getting out of his arms and she doesn't really want to do that. And she doesn't have any particularly good reason to get up. She's a little sticky sweaty actually from all the delightful fun (so fun, so very very fun) they were doing still so she should probably take a shower and eventually her legs are going to cramp up from the awkward way they're folded but for right now she's just going to lie here in his arms and look up at his face and bask, smiling back at his smiling face. 

He looks down at her and smiles and pets her and sighs happily.

"You're really good and I like you a lot."

His face and his smile are so cute!! And it feels so very good how much he seems to like her! Especially when he tells her so!!! It's really good to be held and petted and cuddled and liked by a cute (and sexy, and hot, but she's not thinking about that now) boy who likes her and has no trouble showing it whatsoever. 

She doesn't particularly want to move because lying here is great but she raises an arm and grins and blushes and points at him and maybe bounces in his arms a little and points and says (possibly a little inanely but neither of them seem to care at the moment and so it doesn't matter) "well, you're really great and I like you a lot." And then she puts her arm down and blushes and wriggles a little closer in his arms and her legs are starting to cramp and maybe it's time to sit up. Eventually. She can be here a little while longer, right? (She should probably get up soon. Maybe in a minute. Or five. Or twenty six. Maybe not twenty six.)

Well now he's all happy and giggly and bouncy. And hugging her. And kissing her forehead.

Well now she's blushing and a little embarrassed about it and he's very cute and the kiss was great and it's so very good to be liked and the ache in her legs is really starting to get to be a bother now and even if she tries to shift them it doesn't help much. But he's bouncy and that makes her blush more and all of him being sweet and wonderful and happy makes her legs rather easy to ignore even if this is really something that should be dealt with soon. Eventually. Even if those two together are a bit of a contradiction but that's not nearly as important as grinning back at him and blushing at him and feeling happy and delighted. 

Eeee her blushes are the best blushes. Look at them all cute and soft and, and blushy. Good. Good good good.

But there's something about her posture that makes him wonder—

"—hey, you comfy?"

Jenna blushes fiercely and does her best to adjust her position again. How did he know?? Well, ok, maybe the fact that she's sitting funny and keeps trying to subtly adjust herself. She shifts a little more. "My legs might be cramping up and falling asleep a little," she admits.

He kisses her and hugs her a little. "Yeah, my car is maybe not the comfiest place to snuggle. Sorry."