"Yes," she asked innocently in reply, resting her head down on his shoulder and looking up at him with wide green eyes, a smile coming over her lips. Her fingers didn't stop moving over his chest while she watched him, her hand drawing invisible patterns into the warmth of his skin. For a moment she was afraid that Erik was going to pull away, to tell her to calm herself, let her known that she wasn't really what she wanted.
But it was. She wanted it just as much as he did inside, she was sure.
"Were you in the middle of something, Erik?" Christine cocked her head at him as though she hadn't figured he'd been much into his reading anyways. Her eyes soon turned from his face and she watched her fingers dancing across his flesh, his chest and arm, then back up towards his neck to stroke his cheek.