Deep satisfaction brushed through his mind and over his skin, gratified by the press of her body against his. A part of his awareness seemed to wake, urging caution and skittering nerves through his limbs, but she was warm and wonderfully inviting and so he paid little heed to it. His fingers fell from her hair and mirrored her hand down the length of his arm to trail along hers until they fell to her thigh and rested there.

Eleven broke from her lips in a bid to regain his breath against her shoulder.

"Goddess," he whispered with feeling, swept up and running high, no longer entirely conscious of where they were. "You're wonderful."