As she held his arm and caressed along the smooth skin and powerful muscle beneath, he relaxed his hand, the feeding slit closed now that their passion had died down.

He looked down at her as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder before smiling and resting his head back, ready for a little nap before they had to get ready for dinner.

He thought about waking up to her every morning, like before they arrived in Atlantis, only this time, instead of curled up in the chair-him or her-he'd wake with her beside him, warm, soft, content. It would be a nice change.