[ Exhausted, mostly, but pleased. So very pleased in his own post-coital way, both from the physicality of it and the sense of having settled something mentally for himself. Had he enjoyed every second of it? No, but he's never actually had sex that good. Would it have been better if Jim had been a woman? Probably. But Jim had been very good, and everything they'd done had been very pleasurable, and Miles had found Jim's masculinity to be an exciting novelty rather than the brick wall he'd feared ...
So he's feeling good. Satisfied. A sense of ... something answered. All right, Miles Naismith Vorkosigan is bisexual. Which means ... what, exactly? He feels as though he needed to know this for sure for some reason, but that reason isn't quite coming to mind.
He shifts a bit on the bed, cuddling closer to Jim. (Watch out Jim, Miles is a cuddle monster.) He projects back sleepy satisfaction, and then his own question in return. How was it for you? ]
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So he's feeling good. Satisfied. A sense of ... something answered. All right, Miles Naismith Vorkosigan is bisexual. Which means ... what, exactly? He feels as though he needed to know this for sure for some reason, but that reason isn't quite coming to mind.
He shifts a bit on the bed, cuddling closer to Jim. (Watch out Jim, Miles is a cuddle monster.) He projects back sleepy satisfaction, and then his own question in return. How was it for you? ]