His name broke apart into a moan when his thumbs brushed her nipples, and her back arched off the crushed petals.
"There she is." That boyish grin flickered at the corner of his mouth, wrecked and delighted all at once, and he dropped his head to kiss along her collarbone, down her sternum, hands sliding to her thighs, gripping, spreading her knees just enough to settle himself between them. "God, Felicity. Look at you."
"Cute things," she managed, giggling helplessly even as her hips rocked up into nothing, chasing the weight of him.
"You're supposed to be saying cute things."
"You are the single most catastrophic variable in my entire life," he murmured against her skin, dragging his mouth lower, "and I have never once regretted it."
"That's not- ahh-haah" A moan cut her off as his hand found the inside of her thigh. "That's not cute, that's a math joke."
