“Come here,” his words were more coaxing than commanding, ever the contradiction. Cupping her cheek, John pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then leaned his forehead lightly against her own. “Whatever you want, Rose, it’s yours. I promise I won’t have any objections. Well. Unless it’s to ask me to kiss our kitten again, I’ll have a word over that,” he chuckled, thumb running lightly over the apple of her cheek. “Otherwise, don’t worry about me, hm? We’re on the same page. I promise.” Like always.
Rose set her glass down again and happily moved closer to him again. She closed her eyes at the sweetest kiss, opening them again to look at him as he told her everything she knew to be true between them. Even though they could basically know each other’s feelings just by being around each other, it was nice to hear that they were thinking the same thing. She smiled, giving him a deeper kiss to reset the mood on their evening. “I guess we’ll just have to talk about Wolf tomorrow,” she said, a cheeky grin on her face. She still didn’t understand it, but now was definitely not the right time to bring it up.
She pulled herself closer, almost to the same position they had been in before. Her hand was once again on his chest, her leg moving to rest on top of his, her foot sliding up and down his leg in a slow pattern. Part of her had always hoped her relationship with John would progress to this point, but she had never really thought of it. But this was nice, almost like it was meant to be.
Her hands began to worry the buttons on his shirt before she finally undid one, her hands still a bit hesitant in the task. Even though they both knew this was what they wanted, it didn’t feel right to rush through it or assume each movement was what the other wanted. She gave each motion enough time for John to push her away or tell her no; she knew he was set to make her happy, but she wanted this evening to be about them. She wanted him to get as much pleasure out of this as she would.
“I’m not--” What was he even going to say? The wires in his brain seemed to be fraying. It was a good thing, then, that he’d taken steps to be a gentleman in advance. Leaning back against the pillows as she eased partly over him, he found himself at her mercy. Not for lack of knowledge, he’d had his experiences, but he wasn’t one to compare. Every person was different, and yet--John had the striking thought that she would be, to whatever end, the essence of brilliance.
Slow to the draw all the same, his hands sought out the edges of his shirt hanging from her. Staying at her hips, respectfully on the outside for the moment, because that thing she did with her leg was very distracting mostly. He wanted to say a myriad of different things, but nothing but vagrant sounds of his breathing escaped him. It would be a lie to say he never considered intimacy with her, especially several kisses in to their dynamic now.
He certainly hadn’t imagined it like this. It was so much better.
So, while she took her time with the buttons of his pyjamas, he finally let his hands glide down underneath her shirt and settle at the small of her back. With such an unspoken boundary traversed, he watched her closely a moment for any sign of rejection before flexing his fingers against her to draw Rose’s mouth back to his. How foolish had he been wasting all that time not kissing her before?
“I am thick,” he murmured between kisses that drifted along her cheek in search of her neck. “Seems like we should’ve been doing this ages ago.”
She couldn’t help but shiver just slightly when she felt his hand on her skin. To say it was different this time would be repeating her thought process, but it was. Of course he had touched her skin before, but this time spoke of something more than just a playful cuddle or falling asleep in each others arms. This touch was more of desire and want, one she happily reciprocated.