His own arms go around her, holding her secure against him. His chest rises and falls with hers and the sounds of their heartbeats drum loud in his ears.

"I did kind of end our date before we got to that part," he says, wry, before he kisses her. The sounds from her sink into him and her warmth melts away the tension from earlier.

He has sore spots, sure, but none of those really matter right now. The glance of her fingertips and smoothness of her palms on his skin are worth the small tenses when she finds a tender spot and as long as his shoulder doesn't bleed anymore he doesn't really care.