Christine laughed at that, simply bubbling over in a rush of endorphins and happy anticipation.

She smiled down at him fondly.

"Yes," she said quietly, "it is, isn't it?" Not only the anatomical differences between them, but all of it: the mere fact that they were here, like this, despite everything that should have made it impossible. How wonderful it was. She slid her hand from his hip across the smooth hot skin of his belly, her fingers hesitating as they brushed across the waistband of his pants.

She turned her head to meet his gaze, silently asking permission.