That was probably enough conversation.

Tiberius reached up briefly to move her hair out of the way, pushing it over her shoulder so that he could have freer access to her neck. She'd turned her head towards him and he'd found himself drawn to her earlobe, for some reason. Her skin there was so soft and clean. He pulled it into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, then let out a soft sigh right against her cheek.

He shifted his position on the bed so that he could slide one knee on either side of her, putting him in a better position to — well, do anything he wanted, really. He let his hands roam, his right sliding downwards towards the space between her legs while his left drifted up towards her right breast, caressing it through the thin, silky fabric of her nightgown.

It took him a second to realize that something was different. He let go of her earlobe and tried to put his finger on what it was. His brow knit in confusion and he turned to look at her face, as though there would be an obvious explanation written there.