She joins him in laughing, her smile broadening until kissing becomes an impractical matter. She nudges him up just a bit so she can look into his face. Her hand slips from around his back, between them so she can touch his cheek, a reverent look on her face.

"You are so handsome when you smile," she breathes, thinking how wonderful it would be to wake up next to him.

If he wants her to stay.

A tiny part of her wants to worry about that, but she can't let it see light, not while he's still inside her, not while he's still holding her tight.