It's a relief, though admittedly eclipsed by the other, when Cameron feels her coming, too. He buries his face against her shoulder, stifling another low sound, slowly going still. The way her hands hold tight to him is comforting, the word striking him as strange and out of place at a time like this, but no less accurate for it. There's something about her that simply feels right, and it needs no further explanation, that alone enough for him. After a few moments, he draws back, breath still shallow, ridding himself quickly of the condom before pulling her to him. As much as he'd like to just linger, there are drawbacks to doing so, let continuing to support himself when he mostly just wants to relax, as he does now, a loose-limbed pile beside her, leaning in for another kiss.