Deadweight, indeed. Shae would be absolutely useless until he somehow managed to open his eyes and roll out of bed, an occurrence that seemed less likely with each passing second. He could feel Kami's touches on his hypersensitive skin, the ghosting brush of lips against his chest, but the heavy fog of sleep was descending on him so suddenly that it took nearly all of his energy just to tangle his fingers absently in her thick locks.
"Nnn," he managed to return to her first breathy compliment, the coherence quickly evaporating from his mind. When he felt her body slip into place beside him, those nearly illegal curves fitting so smoothly and naturally against him, he automatically wound an arm behind her back to draw her closer.
That had been intense. Was this always how it felt with her? For a few moments there it had almost, almost felt like an out-of-body experience, like his consciousness had suddenly just...expanded. There was really no other way to describe the sensation, and he was in no shape to attempt such a thing; he only knew that, as the warmth of her body nestled so closely next to his lulled him into temporary oblivion, he'd never felt so comforted and at ease, as though the woman beside him was merely an extension of himself, or, possibly, that they were both merely pieces of some much, much larger puzzle. Either way, it felt like home.
When her invitation came, it was greeted by the sound of light snoring. Surely that was as good an acceptance as any, yes?