[It isn't much work, to pull him up against her; at some point, lost in the pleasure, the arm propping him upright gave way, too shaky to support him any longer. He's boneless and pliant against her, now; pressed this close, she can probably feel the tremors still running through him, the warmth of his body, the too-fast rhythm of his heart.]
[When she leans in to kiss him, there's nothing he can do but kiss her back - nothing he wants to do but kiss her back. The kiss is unsteady; he's dazed, and more than a little wondering.]
[It takes a beat or two, for his brain to come back online. When it does, finally, he lifts a shaky hand - smooths his thumb along her cheekbone - touches her gently, like she's something precious.]
[It's good, the feel of him draped over her like a living weighted blanket, warm and full of life, still shuddering from what she had done. She squirms a little beneath him, just to settle more securely beneath him--it's hardly the first time he's chosen to take his weight. That said, she's barely any steadier than he, wobbly fingers running over his jawline somewhere awkwardly between careful and possessive, staying put despite feeling like jelly. Her cheek is ruddy under his hand but she leans into the touch readily enough, breaking the kiss only enough to nose against his face and his cheek instead.
She's--exhausted, all of a sudden, but pleasantly so, a warm haze settled over her. Hums, softly, continuing to nuzzle against him]
[He's aware, vaguely, that he ought to move at some point - that he's heavy, and he's probably squishing her. But it's nice to just lie here, pressed up against her so completely. It's nice to have her this close, without one of them in pain, or falling apart, or recovering from something awful. It's nice not to need an excuse to hold her, for once.]
[When she nuzzles in against him, something in his chest goes hot and tight - feels like it does a slow flip that catches somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. He can't stop the smile that spreads over his lips, slow and crooked and warm - can't try and tamp it down, when he feels a little like he's floating.]
[He really ought to move. He knows that. But another minute won't hurt, surely; so instead, he lets his hand wander up to pet her hair, and he nuzzles back against her, and he presses a kiss to her cheek.]
[She hums again at the warm gesture, and looks back over at him with a soft smile. It's nice, the way they fit together, despite the still speedy heart rate or the uncomfortable stickiness in her shorts.
She noses in against him in return, pressing another gentle kiss to him before letting her eyes fall shut]
[He really ought to move, he reminds himself - but it seems like a lot of effort, when all he wants to do is stay right where he is, for as long as he's allowed to keep this.]
[He nuzzles in against her - tucks his face a little nearer, so that he can smell the earthy-sweet almond scent of her hair.]
[Now's the perfect time to move, he tells himself, even as his eyes slip shut. Any second now, he's going to move.]
[Any second. In the meantime, she slides a hand to splay warm over his back. It's perhaps not heavy enough to prevent him from moving, but is solid enough to feel the soothing rise and fall of his breaths. With another satisfied sigh, her own breathing easily matches his rhythm, slowing along with his.
For some reason the normal worries or concerns that bubble up whenever she shuts her eyes stay away, and wrapped in him, she drifts away, to calm, dreamless sleep.]
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[When she leans in to kiss him, there's nothing he can do but kiss her back - nothing he wants to do but kiss her back. The kiss is unsteady; he's dazed, and more than a little wondering.]
[It takes a beat or two, for his brain to come back online. When it does, finally, he lifts a shaky hand - smooths his thumb along her cheekbone - touches her gently, like she's something precious.]
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She's--exhausted, all of a sudden, but pleasantly so, a warm haze settled over her. Hums, softly, continuing to nuzzle against him]
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[When she nuzzles in against him, something in his chest goes hot and tight - feels like it does a slow flip that catches somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. He can't stop the smile that spreads over his lips, slow and crooked and warm - can't try and tamp it down, when he feels a little like he's floating.]
[He really ought to move. He knows that. But another minute won't hurt, surely; so instead, he lets his hand wander up to pet her hair, and he nuzzles back against her, and he presses a kiss to her cheek.]
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She noses in against him in return, pressing another gentle kiss to him before letting her eyes fall shut]
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[He nuzzles in against her - tucks his face a little nearer, so that he can smell the earthy-sweet almond scent of her hair.]
[Now's the perfect time to move, he tells himself, even as his eyes slip shut. Any second now, he's going to move.]
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For some reason the normal worries or concerns that bubble up whenever she shuts her eyes stay away, and wrapped in him, she drifts away, to calm, dreamless sleep.]
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[Pressed up against her, lulled by the slow motion of her chest as she breathes, it doesn't take him long to follow her off into sleep.]