Her head tips back, welcoming the feel of his mouth on the thin skin of her throat. She laughs, and it aches, because she knows she can't, however much she might want to.

'Someone else is in my flat now.' She winds herself around him, her body rocking in gentle counterpoint to his. Her grip tightens fractionally, hands and heels, pleasure shimmering through her, driving away the dark thoughts. He'll be back. He promised.

'We'd -- ah -- have to stay at your place. In that big bed of yours?'