[ The ache intensifies, but only for a second. If she focuses on his arms around her, his lips pressed to the crown of her head, she can tolerate it. Besides... she's only this sore because he's been giving her what she'd been begging for.

Hmm. She really must be exhausted if she's willing to admit that to herself. ]

I guess that makes me the unluckiest Master, then... since I ended up with a troublemaker like you...

[ A sigh flutters out of her. Warm and fond and resigned and grateful. ]

I'm glad it was you. I'm always so glad. ... Keep holding me, okay? Even when we win. I want you to keep holding me even when I get my wish.