Power drives power, and he arches off the bed towards the end, caught off guard by the feedback loop. His hands clutch over her body as the flow crests, then ebbs again.

*Gods...* No room for speech. *Surreal...*

By the time the crackling subsides he can feel her breath panting over his chest. A soft little smile, one hand weakly raises to stroke through her hair, caress fingertips over her cheeks. His arm slides around her, holding her loosely in an exhausted embrace.