"Best." His heart is still slightly racing in his chest, his lungs working to pull in steady breaths as he returns back to 'normal', slowly. "Wanted. Wanted me."

That is still slightly mind-boggling, but he's accepting it for now.

He shifts his body to get comfortable, and the dull ache of soreness that comes after some really great sex starts to settle into his muscles - he groans softly, pleasured, because all of his nerve endings are still ramped up with arousal despite how tired he is.

"Don't...don't want to decide now," he adds, pressing his lips against her neck, lingering with slow, slightly 'drunk' kisses between his words. "Just want t'stay with you. Can...can I stay? Please?"