He couldn’t answer right off, not sensibly anyway. First there was that echo inside her that drew another shudder from him, as if their bodies were each striving to have the last word with the other. Then he was panting out a laugh at Sarah’s crack about his lack of forethought.<br/><br/>“That’s why I never made officer.” Coop nodded sadly. “Never could plan ahead.” He shifted his weight entirely onto one fist and stretched the other hand outward as if he were going to pull the bed closer with the power of his mind.<br/><br/>“Nope,” he said at last, after a couple of use-the-Force grimaces. “Not gonna happen. Guess I’ll just have to plan better next time.” He straightened and paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of Sarah again, all glistening and tinged a deeper pink here and there from exertion or contact.<em>I wonder... nah.</em>He ran his hands over her hips as he pondered.<em>If I tried to lift her while I was still inside, sure as shootin’ I’d hyperextend it or some damn thing.</em>He closed index and thumb around his base to hold the safe tight and eased himself out with a sigh of pleasure at the sensation, regret at the withdrawal.<br/><br/>“In the meantime,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her cheek again, “I could just carry you.” One hand was already finding a place on the back of her thigh, the other caressing her shoulder.