The training hall's stone floor felt cool against my back despite everything we'd just been up to. Isobel lay beside me, her head pillowed on my shoulder, one leg draped lazily over mine while her clone lay sprawled across my stomach, her cheek pressed to my abs, rising and falling with my breaths.
Isobel shifted slightly, propping herself up on an elbow to look at me. Her voice came out soft. Softer than normal.
"You'll have to forgive me for not being as dominant as usual. Keeping my clone active while maintaining sensory sharing requires a lot of focus." She nodded toward the clone, who murmured something incoherent and nuzzled closer, her hand idly tracing circles on my hip.
I chuckled, running my fingers through Isobel's hair. "Don't worry about it. I still enjoyed myself, Isobel," I said, kissing her forehead. "Though I do miss our little 'dominance battles'. Those are pretty fun."
"Oh, we'll have plenty of that next time, Lloyd. I promise."
