The mere thought of trying to get up to gather, to tend to her...the idea had vanished from his mind as soon as she spoke. And the kiss sealed it away. He did lift his head as she moved away to finish collecting their forgotten things, almost as if he could see her walk. He longed to see the sway of her hips as she walked, the length of her legs, the arch of her back and the simple curves of her body. Especially in that dress. But he was given only darkness and the soft snippet flashes of things once in a while.
When she returned the warmth of her body washed over him like a bath. He found it soothing, and he offered her a radiant smile. Another bite, napkin in his lap and the plate found its way to the coffee table. He managed a sip of wine freshly poured before one of his arms snaked around her back, holding her close. He didn't want her to escape, to get away. She was like a capricious fawn in a green valley and he wanted to make sure she didn't prance too far from him.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
Maybe the question was bold. He hoped she would stay...he hoped it wasn't too forward and of course Matt had left himself open for a world of rejection. But so far, the progression of the night had suggested momentum and he would continue to allow the motion to roll forward if it chose.