There might be nagging thoughts later, pinging around in the back of his subconscious, as he perhaps considers the fact that in another world, another life, such a thing would be impossible between them. The danger of allowing his heart rate to spike too high would always be lurking at home. Here, it feels as though he's dancing along the line, toeing the boundary between a healthy heartbeat and something to be concerned about. Here, he slides a hand along her hip and tugs forward and up to change the angle, rewarded with a deeper sensation for his efforts.

He struggles to even form the syllables of her name. His brain can't process anything beyond the way she feels, hot and slick and meeting him halfway, and he buries his face against her, nibbling blindly across her breast.