The Chancellor was happy to be let out, and there was a familiarity to the motions of her fingers as they unclasped the front of his trousers. It was comfortable and known, and Samus grinned as he both pressed into her and crushed her body against his.

He gave a rumbling growl of eagerness as he pitched to the side, bringing her with him and rolling to the floor. He didn't care about the paints, he didn't care about the canvas. He only cared about her.

What else was there but her? What else was there to do but to please her? To hear her whimper and purr and moan as he fed her insatiable appetite? But there was more to it than that, and he would happily satisfy every other desire of hers the morning after.