At his mercy. Well, in a way she was. She stopped struggling and that made him stop moving his fingers to undo her clothes.

Panic hit him. Did she not want this? Had he---well, he could've been mistaken. No, no, no, not from the way she looked up at him as she sucked on him. Or maybe he was wrong.

He moved over her again and tilted his head, studying her. How often had he wanted this? Wanted her? And now...well, now they didn't have responsibilities and emotions with others to think about. Just now.

"Rather, it is I at yours, Rose. But I think you know that." He pressed a kiss to her mouth and could taste himself on her lips. "Unless you don't want me to...?"