Verity made her lips into and 'oh' shape and looked playfully guilty. When he mentioned going to the portrait room to be presented she felt an odd sense of apprihension. "Such a shame I'm on bed rest," she said with a small frown, though she clearly wasn't sad.
She could feel his muscles shudder as she spoke and her lips curved upward, pleased. His hands on her hips felt nice and for the first time in what seemed like forever she felt her body stirring in desire. She could see the hesitation in his eyes and was going to cut him off with a kiss before he could deny her, but he was too quick for her. The kiss afterwards was very rewarding.
"Bed is bed!" she argued when they seperated. "What do they honestly expect you to do for a week in a bed? And he didn't say we couldn't..." she bit her lip before tipping her head in toward him, nipping lightly at his neck.