She halted briefly at his gasp, but he didn't push her away, or wriggle out from under her: it was surprise, not dismay. She felt him relax as she moved down his body, and suppressed a happy shiver as his hand found the top of her head, his long fingers tangling in her hair.

She dropped a final kiss against his abdomen, just at the waistband of his shorts - black and simple but oh, she could already feel the heat radiating through them.

Christine stopped, her fingers curling just beneath the waistband, and looked up at him. Seeking permisson.