The answering laugh is still unsteady, Derrica's breathing coming unevenly as she settles into his arms. She's aware her thighs are still trembling, and there's nothing to be done about it even if she wanted to. All the tension he'd wound up into her body is gone, and she is, for the moment, pliant where she's draped against him while she catches her breath.

"You'll have to tell me what else you've imagined someday," comes as her hand cedes its grip on his shoulder to catch briefly at the nape of his neck before sliding up into his hair. Her tone is only slightly muzzy around the edges, focus sharpening as she catches her breath. Derrica's nails draw along his scalp, encouraging Loxley to hold his place for the moment while she gathers herself. "Maybe sometime when neither of us can sleep."

Not to suggest sleep as a possibility in this exact moment. This is some invitation for the future, a door being propped open for his benefit should he find himself interested.

Steadier, the drag of her nails along his scalp continues unbroken as she asks, "After I've gotten your trousers off, have you thought about what you might like to do for the rest of the night?"

Equal parts sincere and teasing, the kind of statement that might well be followed with I have suggestions because she certainly does.