It's not until she pulls away that he feels that familiar trickle of fear along his spine, she's searching him - he knows, for something, anything that might suggest that he was going to pull the same old tricks from before.

Just when he thinks he's got his breath back his hands move again, pushing at her hips until she's on her back, following easily and catching her mouth in another kiss - knees pressed to the bed either side of her hips, barely hovering above her. He can feel each curve of her body under him, even as he leans back from the kiss - and takes another, far softer one.