Penelope felt like she was floating after the intensity of her orgasm finally started to lessen its vice-like grip upon her. Thankfully, Jason had a hold on her hips still, pulling her away from the window and flopping over with her onto the couch. She felt her body go limp as she slid off of his lap and collapsed over onto the cushions.<br/><br/>Only half present, she faintly felt his lips on her skin kissing her in various places, before he whispered that she was amazing. Penelope smiled, a soft chuckle escaping her. “No, you’re amazing,” she rebutted. When he started to go through the alerts on his menu, she forced her eyes to open a little more, settling into the couch and looking up at him.<br/><br/>She chuckled at his summary of their newest updates, based on the rough, impassioned sex they just had together. An amused sound left her when he asked about napping and mentioned dreaming. “I don’t know, actually… Maybe we should find out.” She pulled herself up from the couch, just barely, and still naked, walked to the bedroom, pulling him gently along with her hand hooked around his arm.<br/><br/>When they reached the bedroom, she flopped onto the bed, tugging the sheets down afterward, but quickly getting tangled in them and being too tired to fix the sheets, she just plopped her head onto the pillow and let her eyelids sink closed. “Hmmm,” she purred against the comfort and warmth of the bed, which seemed to take hold of slowly, like sinking into quicksand.