The muscles in her back relax when he kisses her, melting into his touch. She kisses him back, slow, thorough, testing the waters.

"Jus' be sure y'never make me angry."

She hangs a crooked smile on her lips, the humor a little dry. She's waiting for him to bolt.

"Might be best t'ply me with gifts. Jus' in case."

Peppering kisses along his jaw, she nips at his ear lobe, hands skating down his front.