[ She's a little startled at the growl, but—she had sort of been thinking that... she wouldn't mind seeing that side of him a little bit. She wants to love every side of him, after all, and—the sense of permission and his hand soft against her hair, it's exhilarating to have that kind of trust.

Her palms press against his chest under the fabric of his shirt, pulling the lapels apart, and emboldened, she nips at his neck a little harder, just enough to leave a little bit of a red mark; her breath falls heavy against his skin. ]