Officially, medically, she knew some of the details of what was going on. That warm, numb feeling, the tingle at the edges of her fingers and pads all was just her body telling her, hey, relax, that was nice. Enjoy it. Riding out those moments - feeling all the little details. 

The tiny bit of pinch around her wrist, where she'd been held against the sofa. The oh-so-soft cushions underneath her tail and back, piled up. The gaming room's tinged light, because that made the screen look better, casting shadows on her fur, the dark spaces with his body over hers. The relaxed sensation of hips and thighs. That aftermath-aftershock _churn_ between her thighs as her sac evacuated a little more to drizzle onto her belly, a puddle that slid through her fur and ... don't think too much 'bout cleaning that up, not yet. No, just enjoy the sleepy, dozy, warm feeling that washed over her like a sunset. Breath on her shoulder, the way his shoulders were tensed up over her head, to support himself over her despite what they'd just finished.

She was _smart_. She knew all sorts of words for what had happened. Give her a less-groggy moment and she'd be able to name the shot of chemicals her brain had released in response to that knee-shaking orgasm and she'd look like the smartest person in the room. On the other hand, just after having cum hard enough to spatter up against the underside of her breasts all the way up to her own muzzle, mixing two flavours at once - there were concessions. She didn't have to be the smartest when she was enjoying being the smuggest.

Though she would remember 'culminating in frottage' and giggle at him later.

"More?"

"... Mff... just c'mere..." she said, hand held up, gesturing for his shoulder. "Wnnahug."

"... Heh," he sad, slipping up, up close again. Chest against hers, someplace warm to nestle, while she felt his tail and hers wrap around one another. A little nap, before the pizza arrived.