Dazzled and more than a little lightheaded, she folded down with him, cock still buried within her, legs folded around his waist. The tenderness of the kiss had her stirring, moving to curl her hand around the back of his neck as if she needed to protect that vulnerable part of him. Her own kiss was soft and sweet, her heart swelling even more when she felt that shift in him.

"Oh'aha," she whispered softly, touching his face and then resting her hand over his heart. "There's my Kim. He came back." The cold persona didn't feel like him at all, but armor to protect himself from the world. Wren didn't fault him for that. And the flirty, haughty WiK wasn't him either. This... maybe this felt the closest she had to him (besides the physical aspect.). The desire to protect this part hit her so hard that her breath hitched. Body guards and security and weapons couldn't protect this part but in that moment, she vowed to herself that she would do her best. And with that thought, the hand over his heart felt warmer, suddenly, as if it were a heater.

Then a playful groan came from her. "Gods, you still feel so damn good in me." Yep. Dick drunk. And Wren didn't care as she pressed her forehead against his. Her engine was still thrumming but she could behave herself.