And there it was. All the discipline in the world, he would meet with a barely restrained smirk and a twinkle in his eye, but ask him a question about his desire and he would answer it with an honesty that stripped him bare.
She continued to stroke him and could feel him shaking, barely restraining himself from movement. His lips brushed against hers. He looked innocent, now, with all the laughter stripped away from him - so desperate and innocent, which was a paradox, really, because most of the time she would have said that he was the least innocent person she knew. This was the part of him she saw that nobody else did. Vulnerable and needy. Being trusted with so much was almost frightening.
Lips brushed together again and she opened her mouth to him, kissing him gently this time, but the gentle just made her hungrier.
"Come to bed," she said. "It's time we went to bed."
She released him from her hold and moved forward, pressing him back toward the bed, reaching for the clasps on her robes as she did until the material slid down over her shoulders and fell to a pool on the floor.
She gripped George's face and kissed again, now that she was bare and needy as well. "I need you to slick me up," she told him. "Still not wet enough. I know you can do that." She smiled.