action;
[His teeth drag lightly along her shoulder as her lips press against his throat, and after another long minute as his emotions and his sense of touch begin to settle, he exhales softly against her skin before rolling off to the side, his arms still encircling her waist to keep her close.
His expression is one of hazy contentment. Maybe this is the moment he should feel guilty or awkward, but for now he feels anything but. It feels comfortable and right instead as he reaches up and tucks a curl of her now somewhat messy hair behind an ear and just watches her for a moment.]