When his arm came around her, Rose was hit with an unexpected crash of longing. She'd been so used to being on her own, and it'd been forever since anyone wanted her - really wanted her. There was Leonard, but even that had felt furtive and embarrassed. This, though... with Matt... Completely different. She felt like she fit with him. She felt like they moved together in sync without a whole lot of effort. It might take effort to stay that way, but... for now, it was... It was really quite perfect. She settled into his arm almost immediately, and forked the last of her lobster.
The question he asked her a few moments later caught her up short. Her eyes widened, and her breathing stopped altogether while she processed. The longing had turned into something hotter, something that made her skin ache. "God," she mumbled, to no one in particular.
And then she sat up, set her mostly-finished plate beside his, covered it with a napkin, and swallowed a bit of wine. Right. Right. Right. Okay.
When she moved again, it was to rise up just enough so she could set her hand on the back of the couch and swing herself into his lap. The hand that'd been on the couch for a second ended up migrating down to his shoulder to brace herself. With her free hand, she took one of his and set it on her side. Her knees tightened briefly around his hips.
"We can figure it out later," she finally answered.