"Mine are working on instinct alone, I think," he teases with a hint of a shrug before he presses a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder.

Reluctantly (but knowing they both need to recover) after their bodies separate, he turns her around and eases her and guides her to 'sit' on the edge of the bed - but not yet lay back upon the silks.

(No sense in getting them covered in sweat, damp feathers, or any other bodily fluids.)

He settles next to her, letting her lean against him with his arm around her shoulders as they lay back and sprawl a bit on the bed. He will gaze upon her in a few moments - for now he just wants to enjoy a bit of post-coital bliss, her body against his.

"We will be able to come up with a much better name for that," he adds after a moment of silence, snickering a little.