[ Her hand is still lingering at moments, brushing up against his skin again to feel that. She's waiting, for the moment, staying calm and in control and above him, but maybe later she'll press herself against him, feel that in every inch of him.

His eyes careful attention to what she's doing is more than a little bit flattering, more than a little gratifying. This is what she wants, and she meets his eyes with a smile and a challenge in hers. ]

We'll just have to go with what I want, then. [ Lips against his again for a moment, and then down against his throat and his collarbone for a moment. ] Which is what we were going to do anyways, so it's not even really a change of plans.