"Charlie," She muttered, almost chidingly. "If I had my time a hundred times over I would chose you again and again." She returned his kiss then, letting her feelings for him take over as she lifted a leg between his and let her upper thigh press in tight against him. She'd felt it before, of course, had heard it too in the way he'd started to talk almost in low whispers and she groaned directly into his mouth at the reaction the simple movement procured.
She kissed him more passionately then, her hand sliding through his hair and to the back of his head to keep him close, still hyper aware of his hand at her stomach. Penelope loved that, the way his big, calloused hands felt against the smooth skin of her stomach. His fingers were marred by what she assumed was years of hard work outdoors and as they moved she could feel everything, her skin almost on fire at the simplest caress.