"Fuck — fuck — FUCK—" He caught himself by leaning forward, dropping down over her, his weight pressing her gently further into the mattress — the only available negotiation between staying upright and meeting the floor in an undignified heap. He pressed his face into her back, breathing hard, his whole body shuddering through the aftershocks.
"I love you. I love you so fucking hard."
Val lay beneath him, thoroughly destroyed. Then she laughed. "You're a fucking maniac."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Marco said, the words coming out between breathless laughter and genuine concern as they both fell back onto the bed and ended up staring at the ceiling. "I didn't mean to…"
Val turned her head toward him, hair spilled across the sheets, cheeks warm. "Oh, you meant to, alright!"
