He drifts a little, himself, letting all the sensations and the rhythms of their heart and breath flow through him. From each sound and each sensation of her breath over his skin, every warm sight he builds a cocoon of lazy contentment around them. It's as though he prolongs the moment, savors each second of their embrace for the sated bliss that it is for him, storing it away to be a happy memory later.

Affection ripples through all the while, cycling at moments to honored gratitude and the smug amusement that might come from a well-fed cat.