Theo liked to take his time with things. Draw them out and wring every last bit of pleasure from them. He had always found that patience was rewarded in the end if one took the time to do everything just right.
His free hand rested for a long while on the middle of her back before traveling to cup the back of her neck, thumb moving slightly back and forth against the soft skin and ticklish little hairs there. Lips lifted slightly before going back for more, unable to resist.
Finally, though, he realized he should stop before his hands were tempted to wander, which they actually itched to do. It had been so long, it felt like, since he'd touched someone in this fashion.
He pulled back only slightly, forehead against hers for a moment. "Sorry," he murmured, tone repentant though his eyes showed that he was anything but sorry. But it was polite to apologize for getting carried away. He pressed a final kiss to her cheek, near the corner of her mouth but not quite on it.
"I'm very... glad you like Peter." That you want to have him around. That you don't hold him against me. The meaning was hidden but he thought that perhaps she might be able to hear it in the softness of his voice. He wanted to ask her did she really mind him, did it not bother her, but it was too soon to ask her about those sensitive truths.