"Yes, the god needs time to recover," she answers, smirking as Bucky slips free of her body, a shiver of pleasure going through her at the sensation. She speaks as if she doesn't need any time, but truthfully, she's a little sore, in a pleasant way, and sensitive, too. A little time to recover would be welcome.

Sylvie turns completely, pressing her hand against Bucky's chest so that he's on his back and she lies on her side beside him, against him. She keeps her palm against his chest, then tents her hand, fingertips on his skin. He's surprisingly smooth beneath her fingers and she takes her time, stroking, exploring, having not really done so before.