Hestia slowly nipped at his lower lip as he pulled back from their kiss. She wasn't sure why he kept looking at her so curiously, the look in his eye something between a question and base need. Hestia could feel her own body tensing, and even though she was certain that he didn't mean to, his hands were teasing against her body. She knew that Viktor had his limits, and she had intended to push them a bit, but she didn't want to ask for more than he was ready to give, not on his birthday.
"I appreciate how considerate you've been of me," Hestia said, resting her forehead against his, "but please don't be offended if I take more liberties than I should. I've hardly had to exercise the self-control that you do everyday."
Reluctantly, she slid, settling herself out of his lap and on the couch next to him. "Would you like a slice of cake now?" she asked, moving her fingers softly over his hair.