Stiles collapsed onto Derek’s chest, both of them naked and slick with sweat, panting heavily as the afterglow wrapped around them like a warm blanket. His cock softened inside her, but he didn’t pull out right away, holding her close, their bodies tangled in the sheets. She nuzzled into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin, and he responded with lazy pecks on her forehead, her cheeks, her pink lips. “My perfect girl,” he murmured, voice rough from all the moaning. They cuddled like that, limbs entwined, breaths syncing, until sleep claimed them—kissing each other softly even as their eyes drifted shut.