[She was comfortable and warm and in that moment would have loved to simply cuddle so she could enjoy the sweet noises he made, so he catches her by surprise enough that her grip tightens instinctively around his shoulders when he lifts her. Not that she minded, as knowing he could easily scoop her into his arms and carry her was thrilling, and his chuckle had left her feeling warm all over and she wished to hear more of it. But it ends too quickly and she only manages to make a token whine of protest when he deposits her on the bed.

Her pout is clearly for show from how dramatic it is, disapproving of seemingly being separated from his warm embrace and it's dropped just as quickly as she put it on when he placates her with a kiss.]

Oh? You thought you were getting out of finishing what we started?

[Her brows arch and she smiles up at him, at least until she notices what he's doing with his hand. Then her smile grows wider, and it's playful and lighthearted again as she rests her head on his shoulder.]

Because I don't remember saying I was done, you know. Your fingers felt amazing but I think I'm more than ready for more. Do you want help with that?

[It was so easy to slide a hand into the wide opening of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his chest to feel the beat of his heart beneath her palm as she watched him work his trousers open one-handed.]