George was content to let Lydia set the pace. Her weight on him was a familiar, pleasant feeling, and her kisses were driving all coherent thought out of his head, leaving him in a nice, warm place. His hand on her back trailed down to join its twin on her other leg, his nails just barely raking her skin on the way.
He sighed with contentment as she switched to his jaw, back arching just slightly as she found his ear. "Love you, too," he breathed.