Harry didn't know what his expression looked like, and it surprised him that he understood hers. He'd never been able to read expressions very well, not the subtleties of them anyway, but everything he saw in hers was something he felt, and seeing them reflected on her face only made him feel them more intensely. His eyelids fluttered at the feeling of her mouth on his throat, fingers curling slightly into her spine, and he made a soft sound.
"You can have me," he breathed back, voice muffled as he lowered his head to press a kiss to the crook of her shoulder and neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. "I want..." Oh, he wanted her too, in a way that just felt incredibly right, to his very great relief, but in a way that he couldn't quite express in words. But he was standing up - well, they both were, and that seemed a little bit off; he didn't know quite how to go about this. "I think we should - I mean - the bedroom might be better for-" For whatever it was they were going to do, really. He didn't quite know exactly what was about to happen between them, but he was pretty sure it was meant to happen in a bed.