Lisa couldn't remember the last time she'd fallen so easily into motion with someone. Usually there was fumbling, time to figure out the other's expectations, awkward placement of limbs and, god, even discussions about how it would all go. But every move she made, Isaac seemed to balance with a move of his own. There was kissing and touching and sliding out of clothes as if they were made of pure silk satin, and then there was water on her back, and she realised they'd made it into the shower without any real effort on her part.
"Don't mind if you fly circles around me here," she murmured against his neck, lips tracing its curve as her hands wandered over his body.