...awesome. [ ichiro finishes the sentence for her, because he feels just about the same way. a little floaty, his face still flushed red from the exertion, and bone deep tired. he's moved over once she does, adjusting to press close enough that it's not sticky, but close enough to feel her warmth up close.

he lifts an arm, casual and easy, to sling across her waist, eyes fluttering shut. eventually, he'll have to get up and leave, so neither of them get in trouble, but for the moment, ichiro's feeling affectionate and just fine to cuddle up close. ] ...shit, thanks for the invite.

[ now he cracks a grin, wider, laughing, and leans in to press his nose against hers, briefly, affectionate. ] You can call me anytime. [ a pause to breathe in, catch his breath proper. ] ...for that, but in general, too. This's good.