Alexander grinned against her soft skin as she chuckled. "Oh, yeah? Dreams do come true..." he teased right back, because clearly he wasn't just talking about the pool table anymore.
When she moaned out his name like that, he felt weak. A shudder of pleasure shot through him, and he hadn't realised it was possible for any more blood to pump south but apparently he'd been wrong.
"I-" he started, but popped a button and his ability to form a sentence disappeared for a second, and she got a soft sort of a growl instead. "Perched was the plan," he told her when his head was back in the game again. His hands moved to her waist, and with a mix of lifting with his hands and encouraging into the right position with the rest of his body, he got her just where he wanted her.
Once she had the sturdiness of the table to keep her from toppling, Alexander felt fine to explore a little more. His touch moved round to brush over the exposed strip of thighs above her stockings. Fingers slipped under the ties on one side, and he gratefully realised it wasn't much different to how it would be in his own time, so he got to work.