"There’s very little in this world I wouldn’t do for you, love. Very few things you could ask of me that I would refuse." Her eyes are already closed, her forehead pressed into the couch. Her hips are rocking in time with the motion of his fingers. She can sense him shifting, changing position by the movement of his hand. When she finally manages to peel her eyes open and glance down between her legs, she is surprised to see the top of his head resting on the edge of the couch between her knees. 