defcliff0rd:

post-sex luke lying on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. and you’re running your fingertips along his spine until he reaches behind him as guides your hand to his hair, tilting his head up to grin at you. you roll your eyes but begin to run your fingers through his hair, feeling his press his lips to your chest and murmur a “love you”. his fingers are just tracing your body, not sexually but more like he’s trying to etch it into his memory; as if it’s his goal to be able to feel your body even when you’re not there. as much as he loves sex with you - which is a hell of a lot - he loves afterward even more. cuddling with you, feeling your skin against his and the quiet whispers exchanged. that’s what his body craves when he’s at his loneliest on the road. just your presence and the reassurance you being that everything is going to be okay.