They didn't stop.
That was the thing.
There was a natural moment after where they could have, where the ceiling and the quiet and the tiredness in their bodies would have made stopping the reasonable thing to do, and neither of them took it.
She moved first this time.
She rolled toward him and he looked at her and she looked back and something passed between them that didn't need words and then she was kissing him again and his hand found her waist and they were back in it, easy and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world and had decided to spend it here.
He rolled her onto her back and settled over her and she pulled him down and they moved together slowly at first, finding the pace again, her hands on his back and his forearms on either side of her head.
The bedroom was quiet around them except for them.
"You good?" he said against her ear.
"Very," she said.
He kept moving.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haa— Liam—"
"Yeah."
"Don't slow down."
He didn't slow down.
