He could cry -- again -- at how wonderful it feels to have her catch his face and gasp into his touch. Every time they start this and she's just as enthused, he feels a little more rooted.

And she's teasing again, testing how far he'll push. He doesn't mind leading. Especially given he knows that she's so much less experienced. He just wants to be close to her, make her feel safe and wanted and good, and however that develops is fine with him. That was -- so wonderful on her birthday, and he hates Piaget all over again for interrupting the space they'd built.

He kisses her again, one of his hands coming to rest on the warmth of her neck, thumb trailing up over her cheek. "I was going to come ask you on a date, you know," he whispers between kisses. "Let you know how I felt. This order works just as well." He runs his tongue over her bottom lip, a tight thrill running from his chest to his groin, where very little is restraining his heat from starting to gather.

"Do you want to put your legs around me again, your highness?" he asks, breathless, sitting back just enough to see her beautiful face, smiling the moment he does because he just feels warm. Full. Fortunate. Which means he can't help kissing her again before she manages to answer.