She sighs quietly, and shifts against her, hips pressing against hers, and mmmmmms happily.

Her fingers play with her hair idly.

Tasha smiles and makes a little cooing noise back. She leans into Iron's fingers.

She strokes her hand across the top of her head, following along the part of her hair, brushing lightly against her horns.

Dragons can purr. She knows this now through empirical evidence. 

She lets out a small bright laugh, and keeps on petting her.

Tasha purrs more and grins. She kisses Iron on the cheek.

She leans into the kiss, and hums contentedly. 

"I suppose your two hour time slot will be done soon..."

"I do have therapeutic work waiting, but nothing urgent. Take as long as you need."

"I'm... okay, I think? I still feel a touch disoriented, but mostly I just feel comfortable and warm and pleasant, and I'm not sure how much more of this would help? I enjoy your presence, but my case is hardly urgent, either."

Her fingers trace over her shoulders. 

"Then I can stay - perhaps a half hour more? Would that be alright?"

"Of course." 

She kisses her forehead gingerly.

She smiles, and gets back to cuddling.

She rests with her, for a while, brushing her fingers across her ears, her neck and her chest as she enjoys her slowly fading afterglow.

And eventually...

"That was thirty minutes," says Tasha regretfully.

She nods, and moves away to give her room to leave.

"Good skill, Tasha, and see you soon." 

She tenses a little, then shyly blows her a kiss. 

Tasha grins. "Glad you enjoyed. See you again, perhaps?~"

She blinks confusedly. 

"I believe we negotiated a notional appointment for sometime tommorow...?" 

She flushes. "Oh, yes, apologies. It slipped my mind, I put these things in my daybook and forget them instantly."

She laughs a little. 

"It's alright."

"See you then, then."

"See you!" 

She waves her off. 

And out the door she goes.

Alright then...

She might as well look around the room for a bathroom and to see if the hotel has anything else for her...

There is a small bathroom with a sink a bath a toilet and a mirror.

Nothing has been left on the counter for her.

She checks out the bath's supplies and features, and the state of her muscles and skin. 

She's excersised a good deal before, but somehow it's different looking at it after... that. 

It's not even that her skin is raw, or that she's all that physically worn out, there's just that faint lingering warmth and stretched-out feeling lingering, and the idle niggle of arousal at the back of her mind.