It's easy to fall into this, the same way it always is back home, even when the rational part of her is screaming bad idea. But his lips on her skin, the scratch of any stubble as he moves... it's easier to just focus on that, on each thing she likes, which gestures are familiar and which are new.

Her own hands slide up to comb through his hair as her legs part further to give him room. "Definitely there," she murmurs. "I mean, if you're offering..."