"Always so practical," she murmured, setting a line of kisses along his jaw and down his neck, stopping at that curve between neck and shoulder to scrape her teeth along his skin in a firm bite. Her left hand found his right arm and she trailed her fingers along the back of it until she reached his hand on her.

"I've always meant to ask what it means," she told him, leaning back a little to take in his expression. "It was like this last time we were together." She could feel the difference of the open slit against her skin, but couldn't remember him ever explaining it to her. Perhaps she'd never known how to ask the right question until know.