The arch of David's hips prompted a deliberate grind in response, and then a second -- slower, inspiring a soft little growl in the back of Ellie's throat.
David had big hands, too. Of course. Tall men usually did. Long fingers, too... She slid her own hands -- small and calloused -- into his hair, leaving them to rest at the sides of his face.
There was a pause then, and he was smiling at her in a way that she recognized -- meeting her eyes the way he often did on their trips together, a look in place of words. You or me?
Ellie faltered for a moment, blinking; then she softened, green eyes swimming with visible happiness. I understand you, she thought. I can read you. Casual or not, it meant something to her that it was true -- that it was possible, real enough to see with her eyes, like the results of a practiced experiment.
She gave David a quick kiss on the mouth, and then another; the third lingered, lapsing into a trail along his jawline, teeth at his earlobe.
"Do what... What you want," Ellie whispered, not bothering to hide the hitch in her breath. "I am."