When she mentioned fans of the Bard…he nearly blinked stupidedly. “Ver-“ he bit his cheek and looked at her, blinking slowly. “They are Romeo and Benedict Montague. Romeo married Guiliette Capulet and then killed themselves because of the family feud starting with a few potion laws. The Capulets still have Guiliette’s portrait and that’s our only feud with them anymore these days…” In fact, if they went down there Romeo was sure to complain about it…
However, he was pulled away from talk of his family when she moved to lie back, telling him it was fine- and her bent knees, now off to the sides of him- he was getting a rather perfect view….
Her eyes began to turn to that dark blue again, and her voice was low- she was trying him, his self-control was on edge and she was not playing fair. Especially as he had to swallow hard because she was moving her hand over her body like that… and his eyes were nearly plastered to the trail it made- licking his lips, mouth going dry when she moved from her hip to- “Ver-“ Montague had to force a swallow, his hands moving to her calves and then trailing up along her knees to her thighs. “I don’t want to-“ she was playing very unfair.
He couldn’t stop, moving a hand from her thigh to where her own hand was, he covered it, eyes on the positioning. Lightly grabbing her wrist he moved her hand, mostly brushing it aside, letting his thumb move back, run of the covered wet folds, head woozy with the blood rushing away from it.
“We can’t.” he managed to husk out, but didn’t stop the soft circles up her knickers to the same place her own finger had been seconds before, pressing lightly on her clit.