Her mouth followed his, body leaning upwards as he smiled down at her. Falling back into the bed, Del shifted her body and drew her leg up around his waist. Tugging at him with impatient hands Del pulled him back down to her.

"No, definitely not wrong. Not wrong at all. Robb please..." Del said quietly, her voice filled with longing. Sliding her own hands around his waist to press at his stomach, fingernails pressing against his skin before sliding up his chest. "...don't stop. Help me take this off?"