[ She has very little problem letting him do as he likes, kissing his way from her lips to her throat and earning himself a hummed little whimper and another shift of her legs. Or hips, in this case, just the slightest bit down and towards his own. Or at least, the side of his hip.
One of her hands slides up and into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp in the gentlest way as he queries her name. Her only response however, is to pull back and look down at him, just for a moment. Her eyes may have adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, and she may be able to just see the outline of his face... But it's enough. Just a little reminder that he's really there, alive and well and ... gods, under her, in her bed.
So she kisses him again, just this side of chaste. That should be answer enough. ]
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One of her hands slides up and into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp in the gentlest way as he queries her name. Her only response however, is to pull back and look down at him, just for a moment. Her eyes may have adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, and she may be able to just see the outline of his face... But it's enough. Just a little reminder that he's really there, alive and well and ... gods, under her, in her bed.
So she kisses him again, just this side of chaste. That should be answer enough. ]