Another kiss and then she has to move, gently extricating herself from his embrace, taking his hands and urging him to his feet. Yet another kiss, hands moving over his torso, his ribs, down to his hips, leading him by backing away slowly, drawing him along with her.

A slow dance, tinged with a heaviness and a hunger she can't quite figure out how to express. Her robe falls to the floor, forgotten, as they navigate the space between living room and bedroom. She never looks away from him, never breaks contact.