The tension lingers as he pulses in her, but eventually it ebbs as the glow of pleasure washes over him in the wake. Sweeney doesn't draw back; no, this is something he intends to savor for a fair bit longer; but his muscles start to uncoil as he lets his breath fall into shallow pants.

A few seconds later, he nuzzles kisses against her temple and into her hair as a sign of his gratitude. He swallows repeatedly, his mind swimming as he grasps for straws to give her in her native tongue.

"Alright?"