Cooper returned her an almost stoned smile. The world around them was still lost in a fog of heat, musk and ecstasy, and the only places he could be sure he ended and she began were those small circles of her fingertips wandering along his jaw. He sighed and twisted to kiss her wrist. Ah, there his lips were. He shifted his grip to cradle her hips - so there were his hands!<br/><br/>Little by little, as if the fury of their coupling had raised a cloud of steam that was just now dissipating, he found his bearings. It was funny, Cooper thought. Kneeling like this, looped and twined around one another, they should both have been cramped and burning by now. Instead, Sarah's shape fit exactly into his, her weight on him as comfortable as a heap of quilts. They fit one another perfectly, he thought, in motion, at rest, even just nattering away over snacks. Like they were made for each other.<br/><br/>He gave a minute shake of his head to clear it. That was crazy, of course. They were just both a little, what to call it - disinhibited by the unusual circumstances. Right?<br/><br/>A twinge shot through one ankle, bringing him back down to earth. Long enough in this position to start cutting off the blood, eh? "Hold on, sweetie," he said, and hugged Sarah closer as he lifted up just high enough to work his shins around and settle back down. The shuffle was clumsy, but it did the job. Now he was sitting cross-legged, Sarah still enveloping him and cradled in his lap.