It also takes him a few moments before he can pull himself together (to be expected after an orgasm like that) enough to adjust and shift his body beneath hers.

"We are a mess," he teases, grinning foolishly as they work to situate themselves. "A beautiful mess." Shaking legs, quivering arms, her hair wild and untamed, his skin sticky with sweat, feathers everywhere... "And I love it. Love you."

Eventually they get settled with her body draped across his, her head on his chest and his fingers slowly raking through her hair.