Sam couldn't breathe. Well, scratch that, yes he could. It was just a harsh, panting breathing that was he muffling against her shoulder. He hoped she wouldn't mind.

He was still on his feet but he was leaning more heavily against her and the table, trying to catch his breath and stay upright after all that.

The twitchy energy was gone for the moment (thankfully) and he just felt relaxed and content and not so ready to completely come out of his skin anymore.