[ He keeps his hands off her only because there is pleasure in watching her and letting his gaze take in her movements. He chuckles when she remarks on his fridge and for a moment he wonders if it might impress her that there was a time that he'd used his hunting and curing skills to keep his old pack fed. Prices of meat during wartime always went up.

But then she is turning to him and what else can he do but go to her. ]

If you can get out of bed early enough to make us breakfast, then I must not have made love to you properly.

[ He'd wanted to cage her against the fridge but there was no opportunity before this. There is no shyness now, no hesitation as he presses up against her, one hand to her cheek as he captures her mouth. ]

Tell me you have been thinking of me.

[ Because he has had her on his mind plenty these last few weeks. ]