She doesn't touch himm, not yet. Even though she really wants to. No, she hovers nearby as he strips out of his shirt, and then returns, her breath shimmering over the peak of his shoulder. She keeps that distance, bare inches from his skin, tracking up to the hollow of his throat, up his neck to the shell of his ear.

"More," she whispers, one hand plucking lightly at the fabric of his trousers.