He sighs faintly into the kiss, tasting traces of himself on her tongue and idly observing how they meld with the last lingering taste of her in his own mouth.

The quiet contact, the soft press of her body against his own, gently steer his thoughts towards calm. In a while, he knows, there'll be things like breakfast and showers and hopefully another round of intercourse, but right now she's keeping him from getting lost in his own head so he can be entirely present in this moment.