"I know," she told him, leaning into him. Briefly, she smiled, the expression warm. "I know you would. No one else has my trust like you do." Neria tangled their legs together a little more deliberately, that Kell might be pressed directly against the flat of her abdomen. "And I would do the same for you."

And for a moment, she was silent, though that latch of her leg alone said she was ready for more - and she almost seemed like she wished to. But there was one more thing.

Neria turned her head, brushed their lips together a bit more heatedly this time, and then murmured against his mouth: "What do you want me to do to you, Kell." Her hands fell, found his hips, squeezing. "Right now."