Her arms slide around him, holding him in an embrace -- and he's brought back down, to this room, to this bed, to her, to himself.

It's not something she's ever sought from him, to be held. He hasn't exactly been one to give them out either, but...

He won't pull away. Not until she's through.

And he takes her cue easily enough, first leaving a kiss on the side of her neck before slowly raising himself up off of her. Their bodies break contact, goosebumps sweeping up and down his limbs, and he flops onto his back beside her with a rough sigh.