“Mmph.” Lee puts her hands back on him, on his face first, but one of them keeps drifting down to rest on his waist and slide slowly upwards over his ribs. It's hot in here, but not stuffy — the window is open and the curtains pulled back, allowing a breeze from the sea to drift in, and though they're two or three floors up and no one is going to be looking in on them. That's still unusual — this kind of thing in broad daylight in a well-lit room, that is. Though it's true the first time they ever had sex it was in the day, in a room suffused with grey morning light, Lee prefers the dark. It became very clear very quickly that it wasn't that she doesn't want to see him (she always wants to see him), it's that she doesn't want to see herself.
She tip-toes her fingers down his side, so light they just barely stir the little hairs on the surface of his skin. She's in no hurry. They have all day. They don't have to go anywhere if they don't want to.