Her eyes are still closed as she runs her hand down his back and across his shoulder as he speaks. She smiles, then stretches a little before opening her eyes, her movements slow and languid as she tips her head back slightly to meet his gaze. "Mm, okay," she agrees with a soft laugh, because at this point she's pretty much on board with never having to leave his bed again if this is how it's going to go every time. "We can do it again and again and again."

Right now, she kind of wants to just lie here for awhile, trying to figure out a way to make her body work again, but after that, she thinks they can do it over and over again. They have all night; she doesn't work tomorrow, he's still without a job, and she's pretty sure that's exactly how things should be for a night like this. There's literally nowhere else she has to be. "I think you broke me, though. Like, in the best possible ways, but seriously, I can't move," she tells him, still smiling, and she tries to roll toward him, but her body is seriously having none of that. All she can manage is the movement of her hand against his shoulder, her palm resting against his warm skin.