He crawls up the length of her body and settles in half on top of her. He kisses her lazily, his beard damp with her wetness. He's happy to kiss her, to soothe her. He's used her so roughly and now- now he worships her. Soft kisses, soft touches, caring for her the way he does after a night of rough play when she's all raw nerves and exposed soul. It's no different tonight; he's against her, holding her and loving her and bringing her back to reality.

"I love you, Effie, darling," he says softly. "I love you so very much."