She smiled against his lips, kneading his lower back as she let him hold her against his body for a moment.
"You're doing great, Harry," she assured him.They'd come a long way in their relationship, too, and she was becoming more and more comfortable in it. Less threatened by the fact that young women looked up to him like the uncle they never had. More appreciative of the motley little family that orbited them, and the quasi-normal life that they were building together.
"But the bathroom is that way. Unless you think I'm going to tongue-bathe your hairy man-pelt."