She must have struck a nerve and despite the fact that she was now pinned beneath him once again, she had to chuckle quietly to herself. His hesitation to even ask her about her encounters with other ladies had her wondering if he perhaps may have noticed the gentleman dancers this evening. The blatant disregard for the conversation however and sudden lust-fueled movements had her thinking he might not be ready to admit that just yet though.

The desperation in his movements and roughness in which he overtook her was one of the things she did enjoy about being with a man. There was just something about being tossed around like a ragdoll that always appealed to Winnie. That wasn't to say that she was unfamiliar with running the show either. It seemed tonight however, she was just a supporting actress to his needs. As long as hers were met too, she didn't quite give a damn.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she came up for air, gasping just a little from the intensity in which he'd kissed her. Dory had never disappointed her in the bedroom, but there was an edge to tonight she couldn't quite place. She kind of liked it. "Merlin's beard Fisk," She sighed, rolling her body up against his, clawing at the sheet to get it out of the way of her skin touching his.