She groaned, and he pushed himself up on his elbows, his hands moving to the ties at her wrists, releasing them before he rolled off of her to the side. He took her hands with him, forcing her to roll over to face him, and he rubbed soothing circles around her wrists, focusing on the areas where the ribbon had dug into her as she pulled against it. She let him massage her, knowing she looked completely fucked out with her hair sticking to the sweat across her forehead, chest and back and his spend dripping out of her, but she couldn't find it in herself to care as his soft touches travelled further up her arms, brushing her wayward curls out of her face. She cracked one eye open to find him already looking at her, a soft smile playing about his lips. 