Every time he moves in it pulls a little gasp out of her. She's half-suspicious he keeps doing it just to hear her.

"No."

It's all she can get out before he has her flush against him, and she's gasping against his mouth. But her hair is damp from being braided fresh out of a bath, and she smells like lilacs and vanilla.

Her arms go around his neck.

"But I was earlier. Why?"