Darcy allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, his heart rate gradually starting to get back to normal. He smiled back at her, his hands running gently up and down her back, occasionally touching at bare skin. "Well... that was..." he searched for the right word, but his brain was still just complete mush, so instead he just smiled a little wider at her. "I really do love you, Miss Sully," he told her, and then scrunched his his nose a little as realised how utterly ridiculous it was to be so formal given their current position.