[he topples onto the bed with her, no resistance in his actions at all. though he does catch himself by his elbows so he's arched over her. on instinct, he dips his head, ready to kiss her again. . . though he stops when her fingers curl into his shirt, swallowing thickly]

[he is not about to stop her]

. . . hey. . .

[equally as soft, and a little hoarse]