Wrath smiles, her thumbs still lightly caressing his cheeks as he kisses her. "Your face isn't really stupid," she murmurs. "You just make me feel stupid because I like you so much I can't think of anything else when you're around."

Tempting, to push it. She's never been one to say no to an orgasm, so it's very tempting. Wrath hesitates, then shakes her head. "I'm good. As long as you hold me now." Because it's been amazing, just feeling that close, and her stupid back not really getting in the way or making anyone feel bad. She'd rather keep this as close to perfect as it is than end on a sour note by going after something she doesn't really even need. She's satisfied, and warmed, and happy.