His words, said in that breathy, husky, oh-so-male voice was almost as much of a turn-on as his kissing and touching. She shivered slightly against him, knowing how much she wanted him, she couldn't imagine how much he wanted her (he was a man after all).
Pansy turned her lips against his neck. While she kissed and teased his neck, she murmured, "I've never been the voice of reason, Theo." Pansy had always had the habit of sometimes speaking before thinking things through entirely, or doing things before thinking them through. This wasn't one of those times. She wanted Theo, she'd thought about how much she wanted him for a while. And, if his behavior was any indication, he definitely wanted her, too. Why she should start being logical and reasonable now, when she hadn't in the past?
If he chose to stop things in their tracks, she would respect that, as she'd said from the start she would go at his pace as long as she could. As much as she wanted him, she would continue to go at his pace, because she still could.
Pansy sighed against his neck as logic and reason wormed its way into her mind. She pouted; she hadn't wanted to be logical or reasonable. But, her lips moved against his neck as she said, "Unfortunately, there's a fairly large group of ten-year-olds in the back yard, so it might be proper if we held off on that temptation..." She trailed off.