And I've said it and then said it some more. But there is also something to be said for molding yourself to his chest at his urging. Letting him hold you. Feeling the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart right beneath your cheek as you both sort of doze a little, in some kind of couple alternate reality. The sex will still be there tomorrow, and then some, judging by the dirty talk. That moment would have been lost way too fast, though, had it not been seized.