[He felt his knees going weak and he stiffened them locking the joints to try and stay balanced. The fire in his veins that had kept him shouting was chilled to a warm smooth relaxation. His head clear, he kissed back eager, but slow. Not wanting to push, not wanting to fight. Fingers curling gripping the back of her shirt, and somewhere he noted his fingers brushing the strap of her bra. A noise rumbled up in his throat. It was almost a purr, and felt good to his rough sore voicebox that had been abused from all the shouting.]