he who hesitates is toast

She makes a soft, sleepy sound, and curves her arm over him, her body long and warm against his. It feels impossibly good to lie here in his arms, listening to his steady heart beat, feeling his breath lift her gently up and down. Between her bone-deep relaxation, the food and wine and the energy they’ve spent, it’s not long before her breathing lengthens and slows and her body grows heavy in sleep.