Skellig stretches his body out alongside hers, trying to regain some sense of 'balance'.

"I'd like to take less," he sighs, teasingly.

He would like to have her hands and mouth moving over him, her motions and touch pulling away the pieces of any control he might dare to hold onto. He would like to take her here, in this bed, and give all the villagers beyond the wall really something to talk about during their pre-dawn stroll to the fields. His mind is full of many things he would like to do to her, that he would like to have done to him.

But he needs another minute. "That just...you...that was intense, for me. And I wasn't even on the receiving end of it."