[Spent at last, he collapses on the bed beside Wanda and gathers her up close to him, coming down only slowly from the stimulation. As undeniable as her pleasure is when he takes her like this, it's not something he's often in the mood for, at least not here. It's a certain amount of frustration that leads into it, and he doesn't find it so much here. Overall, this is a good thing. But it does mean these sessions are almost nonexistent here, and that the particular release they both get from them is rare and precious.

As rare and precious as their gentle lovemaking is at home.

Despite that he's been quiet, his voice is hoarse when he answers her.]

Everything I have become has been shaped by your presence in my life, Wanda. You are the light that guides me on my path, the song in my heart that tells me I am home.

[He kisses her, softly this time.]

I needed this, love. Thank you.