She kisses him back slowly. The moment she realized he was drifting off in her arms, she told herself to tug him to the bed and tell him to lay down. But it got lost in 'in a minute.' The gentle slowing of his heartbeat and breathing started lulling her to sleep as well. So she kisses him, but slowly, steeling herself to move.

"Yeah," she whispers against his lips. "We should."

They should.

She pulls in a deep, deep breath, and carefully untangles herself from him. Her eyes are on his, a shock of blue on blue, as she tries getting back on her knees. She moans as he slides out of her.

Yeah, she's definitely going to be sore come morning.

She doesn't much want to move, so she only goes as far as she has to. She tips to one side and pushes herself down on the bed until she's recumbent, then tugs on his feet to insist he do the same.