[Circles are being drawn on his knee, slow tracings with her middle finger over leather. Her head lolls against his shoulder and her smile lingers, carrying through into her voice after she pauses to contemplate where the scene goes next.] The counter of the island, 'cause nothing gets in the way. And if it does, we'll find a way to clear that. And fast.
Counter's just a temporary perch, though. You can trust me to have my hands through your hair at this point, give you a hickey and demand a kiss as good as the one you just gave me on the ground tonight. And I can trust you to make good, good use of your hands. [She shifts, grazing her fingertips over the back of his hand, continuing those traced circles around the knuckles of it.] I expect teasing, since you're so good at that and the counter, like I said, is just the start. Mm, and you are good with your hands.