[He pauses at the whine, lips pressed to the warm skin at the base of her neck - startled by the sound, and by the way it ratchets the heat in him somehow even higher.]

[He hadn't planned to go any farther than this - hadn't planned anything at all - but that sound seems to indicate he's doing something she likes. He hesitates just slightly, and then he follows the line of bare skin, down from her neck, to press a careful series of kisses to her exposed collar bone.]

[The hand at her hip shifts, as though he's not certain what to do with it; the thumb strokes there, absently, through the fabric of her skirt.]