Her smile comes slower, drugged almost. She kisses him, savours the feel of his mouth and the soft sound of his voice. Her freed hands wrap around his neck and weave in his hair, her fingers kneading gently.

Her legs slip down the back of his thighs, still caressing.

Words hover behind her lips, but she swallows them. Done enough damage for one day, she thinks.

"Not too bad yourself," she murmurs, grinning.