It had been some time since he had been with anyone this way or wanted to. It was almost as though he forgot about this side of himself until someone came along to awaken it again, always a surprise. Already he knew he liked those little hums, his lips stretching briefly in the fleetest of smiles.

He still wasn't completely satisfied with the position. He wanted her to be able to relax against him, more contact. In between halfway losing himself to the deep, brandy tinged kiss, he thought of where else they might be able to sit and how. He answered the twine of tongue languidly, drew back, and gently nipped her lower lip.

"How about if I sit on the bench?" It would mean she had to straddle his lap, which she might find to be more than she wanted in the moment, he knew, but he felt bad that she was left fighting for balance while he sat more securely.