If he has enough brain left to be that excited about kiss maybe she should fix that.

She will successfully reduce him to an incoherent moaning mess occasionally punctuated by her name or—gasp!—swearing.

Ooh! Excellent.

Excellent? What is? Who can words? Not Sadde.

Good. What about non-word noises, can he that?

Ohhhh yes there are lots of those.

Oh, excellent. How long can he noises, is the question.

Are you joking, he's practiced this, he can hold out for a looooong time.

...not indefinitely, though.

"Lovely," she coos.

Yes that is probably true whatever Edie just said he's not totally sure what it was his mind is not completely responsive at the moment.

Aww.

She lies down beside him and snuggles up until he's lucid again.

Which does, eventually, happen. He sighs contentedly and snuggles up. "We should do this more often."

"Mmm. You're not wrong."

"I try t'make tha' a habit," he mumbles.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"I guess," he sighs. "Mmm."

"I'm willing to believe you're better at it than most, though."

He grins. "Thank you, ma'am."

Snuggle. "Do you want to go back to your room at some point tonight, or stay here?"

Snuggle snuggle. "Whichever you prefer, ma'am."

"Stay, then," she murmurs, combing fingers through his hair.

Shiver. "Yes, ma'am."

She kisses him.

Eeeeeeeeeeee!

"...Actually, do you need anything from your room before sleeping? Pajamas, toothbrush and toothpaste, an alarm clock if you don't want to wake up at the exact same time as me?"