As the hours wear on it goes from rough to gentle to almost tender. After one 
particularly satisfying bout, she pounds her hand against his chest, and he 
takes her hand, opens it, draws it around to his back, drawing her close. She 
snarls softly into his face. He covers her lips with his mouth. To her surprise, 
she doesn’t mind the closeness, the cuddling. Usually, she likes her space after
sex, from the moment the male slips out. Now, though, with this one, this male, 
Raman, everything is changed. Tikki isn’t sure if that’s good or bad, but
there’s no denying the fact.