She had a moment when she thought he'd pull away, when she was afraid that he'd try for some strange nobility and push her back, but when he pulled her close she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He did still want her and she needed this right now. If it caused problems later, she'd deal with it later, but right now she just gave a desperate moan and kissed him harder, lining her body up against his. She was acutely aware and glad that she'd gone to sleep in just her underwear and tank-top and she could feel the warmth of him through it all, taking one of his hands and guiding it to her hip.

"I want you, Aidan. I wanted you after the picnic." The words tumbled against his lips, low and indistinct. She wasn't really thinking about it, just feeling her way through it, trying to sort out the jumble that was inside her.