[She sighs his name, hands dropping from his hair to slide over his chest. Even clothed she's rarely touched him like that, let herself indulge in the curiosity about exactly he was built under his armor, under his clothing. He'd be lean and strong, she knows that much, but she's never let herself feel just how right she is.

But now she lets her hands play where they want, where she can reach as he brushes kisses against her skin.]

You remember what I told you when this started, don't you? You set the pace, Fenris. If there's something you want, you just have to tell me.