"Hm, let's hope," he drawled, ducking to kiss her exposed collarbone, her own robe pooling around her waist. Hooking an arm around her, he lifted her easily, though only because she allowed him to.

She had a tendency to best him, whenever she put in the effort, a fact which he didn't mind in the slightest.

Laying her out on the tangle of ridiculously lavish pillows, he crawled over her, kissing between her breasts. One hand finding hers, he tangled their fingers together, palm to palm.