Shannon, too, had to catch his breath. He was kneading lightly at Eli's skin wherever his hands were; they had begun to roam at some point during the kiss. He still had no strength in him, but his nerves were humming like the strings on a violin, making a beautiful music that did everything to lull him and maintain the floating feeling he was currently feeling.

"Mm," he said. After a moment, he tried again, "Legs wouldn't hold me." There was no way he was going to be able to get to a bed until much, much later. Besides, where he was right now was just fine. Everything was comfortable, and moving meant separating and separating meant not having Eli by his side. He wanted Eli there as long as possible, as if he would be able to share the feeling just by remaining in proximity and absorbing the waves of good radiating off him like heat shed by the sun.