"FI--" Lenalee wasn't even able to finish that before gasping out a moan under him, her legs tightening possessively. Five rounds. She really shouldn't encourage such an insatiable hunger, but it filled her with so much happiness she couldn't bring herself to. Instead she teased him, rolling her hips suggestively as she nipped his ear, emboldened by his words, "Are you sure you only want five?"

Then again he didn't specify just how long they would be... intimate with each other between breaks either. Maybe one could just consider every time they ate or rested just a break, and each time they were intimate after that was just another round -- in which case, how many rounds were they on NOW? She lost count.

But she couldn't deny that she wished they could be together this way forever - and she was determined to see that through, even if it was probably unrealistic.