[The blankets are already warming underneath, and she slips into bed beside him. There's no hesitation in the way she curls in close - his presence is a solid one beside her and the physical proximity has her skin flushing warm.

Her voice drops lower and under the blankets she places her hand flat on his chest.]

Darling, if you hadn't insisted otherwise by now, I'd suspect you were trying to romance me.

[Hand on his chest, she picks up where she'd left off, fingers lightly tracing the lines of his scars, but instead of going south she heads north. Up to brush light over his beard, softly stroking as she lets her body press flush against him. Through the thin fabric of her chemise the warmth of his body burns through her, and there's very little hiding the way her body squishes against his. Soft and feminine.]

How's that...? Are you feeling softer yet?