"Oh, it's absurd, is it?" she asks, her hand sliding along Steve's side, fingertips tracing his ribs lightly. She knows it's probably ticklish and she grins before fitting herself closer to him, hand coming to rest against his back.

"Very sorry it's so absurd," she teases. "I don't think there's much I can do about how obsessed with me you are, though. Hardly seems fair to blame me for it."

As if she isn't equally obsessed, wrapped up in him here in his bed. They needed the sex they just had, but she knows they need this, too. Smiling and touching and everything slow and kind of quiet.