The last thing in the world Fred wanted to do right now was miss this opportunity. It was so, so easy to feel like nothing else existed right now and this was the first time in years that he hadn't felt the weight of it on his shoulders. No, all that mattered to him right now was Patience and she was brilliant. This didn't have to be urgent, though. He wanted to enjoy this, wanted her to enjoy this, for as long as they could, despite the fact that her leg hooking around him made him want to completely get rid of the clothing between them and have her.
Instead, he kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts where his tongue twirled around one pert nipple as his thumb rubbed over the other and then switched. His senses were all still on overdrive from the transformation the night before and the taste of her skin on his tongue was driving him absolutely mad.
One hand fell to curl under the leg hooked around him as he leaned back up to kiss her again. He pulled her skirt upward until he could touch her bare leg, fingers lightly raking along her skin as they moved toward her hip. He stopped at her cotton knickers, though, and he moved to run his hand over the hot, dampened fabric. His breath became less steady as he pulled the fabric to the side and his fingers rubbed over her and he kissed her hard, drawing whatever sounds she might make into his own mouth, deeming breathing an unimportant action in this particular moment. Slipping two fingers inside of her, he reveled in how much he'd missed touching her and how brilliant it felt to kiss her, touch her, taste her again.