"Plenty of time," she agreed absently. The quiet, calm and security of lying here and kissing Lance was enough to finally unknot the locked muscles low in her back. Sighing softly, she melted into him as she curled her into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.
This was a new thing for her - her experience ran more to sophomoric groping at the Academy while kissing under the Quadpots stands. There really hadn't been anyone else since she left school and her last steady boyfriend to join the Harpies in her grand new adventure of independent living and professional Quidditch. The occassional once-off date didn't really count for much in her books.
There was a distinct flush to her cheeks when she pulled away ever so slightly. He was right. There was plenty of time and she didn't want to rush things so that what they could potentially have burned out in a flare of post-game reaction. Even if her subconscious was pointing out how nice it would be to curl up in arms all night. "I probably should get some sleep," she murmured. But she wasn't quite willing to move out of his embrace just yet.