Maybe one day they'll talk about it, and he'll get to tell her that of course she didn't guess, because she told him they couldn't happen so he could never let it show. But it's sure as hell not going to be now, when she's kissing him and she feels so bloody good. He lets out a quiet noise when her arms go around him, and the look on her face brings a flush to his cheeks.

'Yeah. Better.'

Short words for short breaths, tension building up through his shoulders and in the back of his thighs. His strokes are getting shorter, quicker, but he tries to make them stay deep. There's nothing he needs more than to be as far in her as he can get.