At last, Faelan felt all the tensions swim out of his body, and he returned Padma's kiss with lazy, grateful affection. Hearing her tell him that he had done well made his heart flutter, and he didn't think he'd ever felt so satisfied in his life.
Holding her loosely against him, he realized after a moment that there was still cooling wetness between them. Conveniently, Padma wasn't a neat freak, and there was a towel discarded on the bench at the foot of her bed - presumably from another shower that morning - and he used it to wipe himself off, including his hand, so that he would feel free to touch her as they laid tangled together. He lowered the towel between her legs and wiped gently, even as his lips nipped at her chin and he felt exhaustion from the day's activities crash over him.
Dropping his head to pillow on her arm, he spoke at last, after taking a moment to savor the absolute perfection of so much skin touching.