Eliot's orgasm would remain seared into her memory for a long, long time. She wanted to save it for private moments, to keep it to herself if he ever had to be away from home overnight again.
Her fingers flexed gently against his, weakly, and she ran a toe up his calf. "Jesus Christ, baby. I know I told you I wanted to walk funny, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk at all." She smiled broadly and turned her head to kiss him, all but purring with contentment.