[He lays back, arching but relaxing against the bed after twinges of pain subside. His hands find their way to her hips, lightly resting as he tilts his chin to look at her. Another day he'd be all over this-- not that he's paying more attention now, because he is. But twinges of pain and nicotine cravings eat at the edges of waht should be pure pleasure.
His hands slide a little down her thighs.] That's how it feels.