This was the perfect image; her spread across his laps, arms up in supplication, brown tresses both chaotically and perfectly curled between the pale forearms that held it. One hand ran up her arms, gently trapping them comfortably where they were while his right hand skimmed the plane of her stomach and chest. His fingers ghosted across her skin the closer they got to her neck, almost barely touching her before he moved back down, applying a more, relaxed pressure as he crested her breasts.

He could sit here for hours if she'd let him, moving between the long strokes and breaking into random drawings that were curled and twisted by his fingers across her torso. Innocence was never his strong suit and after he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself, his fingers started daring further down, running across the waist of her pants and threatening to dip into the curve of her hips, 'stopped' only by the restrictions of her pants.

"You're beautiful, in case Cassidy hasn't told you today. Your perfect dancers body.." His head tilted as he palmed the curve of her with a hum, pushing the waistband of her pants suggestively before being forced back up to freer planes of skin.