When the tension breaks, she sags against him, her eyes finally falling closed. She rests her forehead against his and just tries to catch her breath. There's a fine sheen of sweat on her throat in the valley between her breasts. One hand slips down to touch his wrist, and she leans into his kiss, a quiet, breathless little moan on her lips. There are no words for how happy just being here, all tangled up with him, makes her.

When her head finally clears, she grins, a little on the tipsy side. "And I didn't even have to get all tarted up for you."