It's a while before he finally undoes the magic and flops on the bed and scoops her close and cuddles her.

A while is fine. She'll just be whimpery and adoring and only occasionally capable of language for that while. Sounds good to her.

Then, yes, snuggles. Tired, tired snuggles.

She attempts to language and only manages an affectionate, but completely unintelligible mumble.

Awwwwwwwwww. Snuggle-nuzzle.

Eselle giggles a little and nuzzles back.

Eventually she recovers the ability to use words.

"My Emperor," she mumbles, adoringly.

"Mmmm."

Cuddle.

"That was an excellent idea and I'm glad you had it."

She giggles and nods.

"Me too," she sighs, dreamily. "I have fantastic ideas."

"You do." Snuggle.

Snuggle. "'I can make you beg as long as I like' was a nice touch. By the way."

"Oh good!"

"I thought I had you for a second there," she says, with a little affectionate laugh. "And then, nope." Nuzzle.

"I was tempted. But I've learned some self-control in the last five thousand years."

"Mm." Kiss. "Lucky me. I was trying very hard to be persuasive."

"You did very well."

"Oh good." Nuzzle.

Snuggle.

Snuggle! And one very adoring gaze.

No. Two. Two is the number of very adoring gazes going on here.

Gosh. Two adoring gazes. Well, she'll just have to snuggle him and pillow her head in the crook of his neck and gaze up at him. Adoringly.

She is so cute and soft and sweet and snuggable and good.

"... I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm in love with you too."

Shy smile.

"Yay us?"

Giggle.

Giggle.

"It wasn't the fantastic sex, though I did really appreciate that." Nuzzle.

"I think the fantastic sex just - made me notice what I was already feeling."