She can almost feel him pulling back from her, that doubt of his flaring back to life and breaking the bubble of peace they've found, and she won't stand for it. She banishes those thoughts with a kiss, but instead of doing anything to remove his shorts just now she limits it to just a kiss.

It's slow, deep. It's reconnecting and pulling him back into the moment, and when she does finally pull away she tugs him towards her.

"Stand up," she tells him as she helps him to his feet, turning them as she goes. "Stand right here."

She's still holding him by the hips as she takes his place on the bed, sitting while she brings him closer so he's standing right in front of her. He'll be more exposed this way, but it lets her lean in to press her lips to the center of his chest, just where his heart is. Another kiss she presses lower, following the curves of his body while she starts to slowly work his shorts open and down his hips.