'Yeah,' he says, without hesitation.

'Always have.'

His mouth roams down her throat, planting soft kisses as they go. There's a detour to her neck, then along her collarbone, but his fingers don't stop playing and he slips his leg between hers. It could be for balance. But isn't.

'...you do realise,' he murmurs, as his mouth moves on down, 'that now you've let me touch 'em, I may not be able to let go?'