The moment that she trembles down from her high, and it does take a while because of best orgasm ever and all that, Tim is immediately at her ankles and undoing her restraints. She smiles at it, a little breathlessly and she really doesn’t have to repeat why, languidly wraps her thighs around his hips the moment that he rises to undo her wrists and is happily lifted up and towards the table.

“Are you okay-?” Tim asks, polite as ever even when he’s tugging a condom from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth.

“I’ll manage, lover boy,” she pants, and giggles as he attempts to tug down his jeans and give her a strange look at the same time “…Sorry, that was awful.”

“It was alright…”

“Awful.”

“…A little awful.”

She laughs properly, leans back on her elbows as he finally gets into position, still finds it within her to hiss and clutch at his shoulders as he slowly slides into her.

“…In the future-“

“Tim,” she interrupts, still unable to stop the breathless giggles even as her nails dig in and she finds the energy to clench around him, “I know, I’m fine with it, move before I’m awful again.”

And he, to his credit, quickly snaps back to obedience and steadily starts thrusting.

And he, also probably to his credit, doesn’t hold out for long – slumping over her within a few minutes and coming panting into her collarbone as she happily wriggles beneath him.

…And he, definitely to his credit, still keeps thrusting until she comes again – a little less intensely than last time but still with a mewl and a screech of nails down his back.

They lay on the table for a long moment, panting.

It’s a happy sort of state.