He's kissing her, and he's reaching between her legs - just teasing, letting his hand brush up against her outer lips, slipping his fingertips into the wet heat they hold, but never quite reaching her clit.

And her hands are all over him. She must realize he loves her touch - any touch, but especially hers - even if she doesn't yet know the extent of that. His chest under her palms, his shoulders, they retain the heat of her attention even after she's moved on. He nips at her lower lip, affectionate, and mumbles her name against her mouth.