[ His hands are braced upon the mattress, arms already in the motion to push away at least enough to be hovering at a distance, before her hold is pressing down around the back of his neck. His arms are then stuck bent, body arched over her, smile straining wryly at one corner. She's undeterred, huh. How persistent...

He huffs, ignoring how her legs press against him a bit as he slips one bracing hand up the sheets and sinks his elbow down into them, shifting weight onto that forearm and diminishing the distance between them as he does. ]

He'd believe you over me, if you denied it.

[ Rather than fight to push away from her he's dropping down even closer, low voice warm and steady. Smooth murmurs by her ear meant to be a distraction impossible to ignore, as his other arm reaches back to grab at her wrist and slowly extricate it from around him. ]

Would you tell him the truth? How I got impatient and decided to take some interest... Brought you to bed, [ His lips meander lazily down along her jaw, pressing just underneath to the skin of her neck, ] Made you mine.

[ Punctuated, as he pins her arm down beside them. ]