Him falling into her may not have been her original thought, but it was just as good. After replacing the air he'd just pushed out of her lungs- which came out as a chirp somewhere between a laugh and a grunt- she nodded whole-heartedly against his brow, smiling against his lips.
"I think I'll live," she panted with heat in her voice. She planted a bare foot in the couch next to his hip, arching a bit to adjust their position to something less awkward- the friction it caused actually caused her breath to hitch in the smallest, but most perfect way. Her hands twisted in his shirt of their own accord, pulling it towards his shoulders as she ground into him again- this time with much more purpose.