She could feel it -- God, she could feel him come from inside, and for an instant, it was too much again, absurd and intense and too intimate to deny, but then her own climax was on her and it was just one more thing assaulting her senses in all the most perfect ways, one of many. Even her name (meaningless, chosen on a whim, nothing) sounded brilliant when he said it, helpless and lost to everything but that moment which belonged only to them. She proved capable only of a surprised shout, quickly trailing off into whimpers in the aftermath as she wrapped her arms around him again, her embrace at once needy and oddly protective as she fought to keep breathing through it.