Her hand clenches the front of his shirt for a moment, and her lips press together in a fine line as she suppresses a broad grin. Her laughter is nothing more than short, sharp breaths through her nose, but it's distinctive enough. Eventually she manages to catch her breath, laying back on the pillows and stretching her arms over her head.

"Doubtful," she drawls, considering he's the only other lover she's taken in the last century. And that other fellow -- he doesn't count. Not right now. Not in this room.

The sole of her foot smooths down his shin, enjoying the feel of the faded denim cotton against her skin. Enjoying the heat of him, her eyes still closed.

"Wasn't even looking, to be honest."