She screeched a bit when he acted like he was going to drop her. Amelia trusted him, sure, but she had been hurt a few too many times recently to risk the idea of tumbling down the stairs in some strange accident. Her luck was shitty that way. And he was safe in the idea that she was secure about herself enough to know that he was joking, and even managed to counter with, "Well maybe you just aren't working out enough. Ever think about that?"
As he pulled back to take off his shirt and trousers once in their bedroom, Amelia watched him with an almost hungry look in her eye. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't love this part. After all, Gideon was ridiculous eye candy and she couldn't help but fight back butterflies in her stomach every time he took off his shirt or any other piece of clothing, really. His attractive physique wasn't the only reason she fancied him so damn much, but it was a definite bonus.
When he returned to the bed, Amelia couldn't keep her hands off of him. They tangled in his hair as they kissed, ran down his back, and more than likely grabbed his backside a time or two before she finally broke away and pushed him down forcefully on the bed. She wasn't trying to hurt him or be too rough, really. But he was a lot bigger than her, and she felt if he was going to actually move him in any sort of way there had to be some serious effort behind it. But once he was down, she wasted no time in climbing on top of him, her legs straddling him. She reached down between them to stroke him through his underwear before leaning forward to kiss and bite his neck. "Have I told you lately how much I like having you all to myself?" she murmured into his neck.