"Dragons don't have to plot," Charlie told her with a smirk, still continuing to trace kisses over her shoulder, "They can set you on fire. That's usually all the planning they need."
His hands moved over her stomach, his scarred chest against her smooth back as he gently mapped out her body with his fingertips whilst she thought. At her words Charlie paused and lightly rested his chin on her shoulder. The obvious response to her offer was a physical one, considering their position, but his words slipped out before he could catch himself. "Quit your job?"