Loved. Is that what it feels like? Honestly, it's as good a word as any, means as much. It's endorphins, a chemical reaction, an automatic response from a body designed to encourage certain actions to ensure the propagation of its genetic material. Why not dress it up with a word?

Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.

"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"