It was, by now, a familiar sensation. A welcome one. She sighed a little, hips shifting. She stroked Jamie's shoulders and the back of his neck, and tipped her face to breathe against his ear before nibbling on the lobe, lapping at the curve of the shell. She made a low, fitful noise and pressed her face into his hair.

It was familiar, and good, but there was a certain sense of anticipation that hadn't been there before.