[ Coming down from that high to settle into a languid, content heat, she removes her hips from his and rolls off of him. With her shoulder against his, she closes her eyes again.

The image of him beneath her, panting and speaking her name in such an erotic and affectionate way, remains. She can't help her blush, and her voice carries her smile. ] Yes...

I-- I think... Just seeing you in something different, of my homeworld-- [ A pause. No, that not just it. She doesn't get turned on by the kimono style in general, or if anyone else would wear something similar. It's... ] And knowing you wore it for me.

It was special, that way. [ Said fondly, but she can't help but add, cracking open one eye. ] You also look very, um, hot in it.