[Goddamn, his knees are a little weak after that orgasm, and he has to steady himself by holding onto her legs for a second before he pulls out so he can sink all the way down on top of her and claim all the kisses she'll give. It takes a few seconds to clear the haze from his head, and then he smiles at those soft touches of hers and presses his cheek against her hand, simply enjoying her touch for now.]

Well, there'll be more. Promise you that. We have so many nights ahead of us where we'll have somethin' to celebrate.

[He aches for the cacophony of it all, the chaos and joy of having friends all around, howling their triumph at the night sky, passing drugs and booze around a fire that eats away at whoever dared to cross them. They'll find moments to steal away together, and then later rejoin the party and all that revelry under the stars.

But until then, they have this and it's damn good too. He smiles against her lips and kisses her again, slower this time.]