Those softy uttered words of assurance, that he was hardly so bad himself, brought the rich sound of that laughter- a sound he so rarely made â€"rushing readily from his lips now. Even he was hardly immune to the after-effects of that embrace and that desire for closeness that tugged at him. He felt almost too-hot, his breath unsteady and skin slick with that sweat and yet the air was thick with the scents of her, of them, of everything that had just occurred and truly the man could hardly deny his pleasure in that. He pressed readily into her own side, that feeling of skin on skin seeming all the more pleasurable to his overly sensitive form. His hand easily found her own, fingers enticing with hers as she returned that gesture- squeezing it softly. He felt...exhausted in a way he hadn't in....years. His body spent and yet sated so at last, that want to sleep tugging slightly at him as seemed to be the habit for men entirely and yet he hardly let it take hold. Tobias, instead, allowing his dark gaze to peer upward at that night sky. It was only that kiss that saw his attention falter, head turning within the grass to glance towards his mate, his lip quirking upward slightly in the glow of that affection. His mind for once entirely...still. How curious it was, that for just that moment in time there seemed to be no one but himself within his thoughts. The world quiet and still and perfect. The man determined to relish that, even if only for a few seconds as Raven repositioned herself to lay against the hard plains of his chest, his heart slowly beginning to fall back into a steady rhythm as little but silence existed for just those few minutes.

It was the knowledge of what lay within his car however that finally prompted the man to rise, his lips brushing affectionately against her cheek if only to steal away those worries he knew would already have started to rise within her. How unfortunate it was that his other side so often seemed to see those worries and yet lacked any ability to address them or fix them or perhaps even recognise them at all. He rose slowly from the grass, making his way back towards the car now, the man hardly making any effort to cover himself. After all, they were up here alone. He paused a moment to fumble about within the car, selecting those gifts from within before making his way back across the field and to that waiting woman, his gaze drifting briefly over her still naked form. Tobias hardly holding any desire to look away. Why should he? If he could touch it then surely he could admire that view beneath the moonlight. He moved to seat himself down a moment later, rolling onto his stomach, that grass tickling his sides as his frame finally started to cool down enough to be comfortable once more before passing her the first of those gifts. The smile that adorned her lips was entirely delightful to him, his own grin widening now, pleased that she was pleased in turn. The man determined to give her something that was....exclusive, special, something women should have. After all, she spent most of her days putting up with him and receiving little in return. Surely this might make up for it a little. The scent of it turning his attention towards her even now as she sprayed just a little, Tobias entirely fond of that aroma as one hand lifted to tuck a loose curl behind her ear in muted affection. His smile softening entirely as that chuckle rose to his throat.

"We are both fond of it- he just doesn't know yet."

How he knew such a thing remained to be seen and yet he was assured of it all the same. The gangly deviant pausing slightly before presenting her with that second gift wrapped up in newspaper and tied far more haphazardly then he would like and yet, if anything, he was determined to honour that other part of him now- offering her that gift he had hardly known he was capable of making in any sense and yet it was clear that some amount of time and effort had clearly gone into the piece, let alone the notion that his other half so evidently possessed some sort of skill in such a thing. He moved to grasp that bracelet, helping her to fix it in place, a part of him not at all concerned with the idea that it made her appear all the more his. Maybe it was wrong to think of her as a possession and yet that animalistic part of him was content to believe it was just that. She was for him and him alone, the gold of his gaze moving to meet her own as she leaned forward to press her lips to his own, her head resting against his as she uttered those words of thank.

"Your welcome. Come on, let's go home."

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push