"Not for now. Not until you want to. If you want to," he said, kissing up along that knee, then up towards her thigh. The hair on his beard rubbed along as he nuzzled her, his hands still touching, still letting her know where he was, but they were up much further now. Enough to have to push the edge of her borrowed shirt up.

"You smell like honeyed peaches," he murmured nuzzling in a few inches from where her legs met.