*rolls you on top of him, just so he can lie back and look at you some more (perhaps the only thing that still stuns him more than your smile is that fact that he is smiling, too)* *teasingly* That's fortunate. Because you may be here a while yet.
*runs his hands in twin strokes over your skin—up your back, along your collarbones, down over the swells of your breasts, keenly aware of the way your hair brushes his cheek (gold mingling with gold, and so much of this is still novel)* You were a good deal tenser when you arrived.