As was usually the case when he gave oral, bringing Sarah to her climax had left Cooper feeling almost as wrung out as he had come himself. The peculiar sympathy fatigue had him foggy, but not too foggy to notice her abashed reaction as he nestled up to her. Her embarrassment puzzled him for a second, until the look on his own face registered.<br/><br/><em>Crap. I look like the cat who swallowed the canary. Really not suave, dude.</em>And not helping her relax any. Desperate times and all; as Sarah's gaze broke from his and wandered down his body, Cooper dealt his tongue a savage bite. Fortune smiled and she didn't look back before his eyes had stopped bugging, leaving his expression much less self-satisfied but still relaxed.<br/><br/>"Um," he began, and licked his own lips. "Delicious." He brushed a stray lock of hair from Sarah's forehead and smiled. "Can I, uh, get you a drink or something?"