When he gives her that look she starts to laugh, even though she's still breathless and still pressing toward him. It's a little funny, but mostly she's laughing because she's so delighted, so completely content in this moment that even the stern look he's giving her makes her feel good. She wants this to happen, so she smiles up at him and holds both hands up in gesture that clearly says she's giving up, because she does want this, she wants it more than anything and there's all the time in the world later for her to do everything she wants to him. He's given her permission and she plans on spending all the time she wants making him feel amazing.

But then he's on top of her and she reaches up again, running her hands over his shoulders and down his back, because she can't stop touching him. She needs to keep touching him, because even though they've already spent plenty of nights together, she feels like she has to convince herself that this is happening. That he's still here, that he loves her, and then he's kissing her and he's saying it again and that's all she needs to believe it's true. Her lips part and she draws in a sharp breath as he pushes inside of her and she wants to tell him she loves him, but it's like she suddenly can't speak and the only thing that comes out is a soft moan. Her hips lift to meet his as she squeezes his hand and her eyes flutter closed for a moment. "I love you," she breathes a second later, having found her voice, and she opens her eyes again, her hand cupping the back of his neck. "Oh, fuck..." She's so close to just begging him, although she doesn't know for what. Just more of everything, just more.