She wanted slow, and slow is exactly what he's giving her. Slow, dedicated, loving, like none of the last six years had happened and they're back in the hut by the lake, with a slowly-forming future stretching out ahead of them, learning every inch of each other.

At the light touch of his fingers, she shifts her legs, pushing her knees apart, and lets her own hand trail down over his back to his hip before her fingers curve over his thigh.