[Turns a little as he moves, hair shadowing her face and spilling further into reach, feathery light over his forearm.
It's warm and comfortable like this, and somehow still private despite the kitchen doorway being only a few feet away. The shivery tingle in the air fades to the barest of contented whispers, the way her fingers slide through his almost a caress as they shift down, pressing against the cut as her lips pull away.]