She hesitates, not resisting, but going slowly. It's obvious they both know where they want this to go, but he wanted to wait just a moment ago.

'Love, what's wrong? What happened to talking a bit first?'

And a bed. She thought they were headed for the bed this time.

Still, she shifts into his lap, but not astride him, not yet. And she doesn't stop kissing him, painting his mouth with soft, wet heat, running her hands through his hair.