He'll have scratches, and she'll have bruises the size of his fingertips, pressed against her hip and her back and the insides of her thighs to match her tattoo. Sex is not an experience either of them walk away from unscathed. But after hiding marks and fading bruises for years, Rachel's gotten to be a pro and Noah just never really tries to hide his at all. She thinks he thinks they're trophies, or something.

She's full. Of him, in more ways than one, almost to the brim but she doesn't even consider letting him move. She does have a split second of Oh god, he just came in me, no condom, no pill, what are we doing- before it dawns on her that duh. This is good. And as a result, Noah needs to stay right where he is.

Or maybe not. "...Should I elevate my hips?" It comes out just a bit slurred, but it's still a valid question.