Afterwards, he can't do anything else but breathe, focus on breathing and lingering close to her, laying with her. The sensations he'd felt when she'd come on him, around him - he's not sure even the best poet could put it into words. She's even more beautiful in the aftermath, and he lifts his head weakly, brushing a few pieces of hair back from her face before he kisses her, soft and desperate and surprising even himself with how full of feeling it is. He doesn't even feel the inclination to move, although he does shift his weight so that he isn't crushing her directly, letting his kisses gently trail to her neck.