Stephen was not a very rough boy. He liked to move slowly, gently, and with caution in most everything he did as he was a very thoughtful sort above and beyond anything else. But thoughtfulness was lost with any sense of caution or logic, all of which would have told him to slow down and treat this moment better or to even let it pass before he did something terrible.
And then there was the scent caught in the air, thick and heavy on her neck in a twist of a chocolate mane pulled over one shoulder. One that drove him to madness and back, drove him into such a wild state of being that there was no stopping him from doing to her things that neither would've imagined happening between them unless it was in their dreams.
Maybe the liquor was telling him this was nothing more than a dream, and later he might even question if it all happened the way it did. He broke the kiss and tilted his chin back, eyes shutting tight as the scent broke across his mouth. A gulp of air being swallowed tasted like blueberry.
Stephen's left hand slid around to the small of her back and his long fingers splayed, slid up under the hem of her shirt to the hot flesh that lay beneath. Then he leaned his head forward and brought his hungry mouth to her exposed neck, teeth nipping and scraping across the delicate curve of her neck while his tongue tasted in small flicking motions over her pulse.
"You do tha' on purpose," he muttered into her neck. "Godric you do, I swear."