This one, gratuitous J/E. ;)
In the end it isn’t words that seduce her, but the sinful curve of his hip glimpsed beneath the loose flutter of a shirt.
Silently, she traces the arc of soft skin and bone; muscles shift beneath her touch, flexing across the graceful lines of his back. His question is phrased in a breathless caress; she answers with a kiss, long denied.
Later, sweat-damp and tangled, he sketches her regret with a fingertip. “Lizzie?”
He’s stunning by lamplight, smoke-smudged and ardent beneath a fall of damp hair. “It’s just…” She sighs against his lips. “We should have done this sooner.”