"You didn’t earn it yet..." The words are barely out of her mouth, hell they were barely a formed thought before he's pulling her from the couch, dropping her feet to the floor. He spins her around in such an elegant fluid manner, it could be mistaken for a part of ballroom dance. She’s bent over the edge of her own couch, bracing herself with her forearms. His hands are everywhere at once, one threading into the ponytail he’d created and the other popping the buttons to her pants. 