Kate's eyes close and her head tips back, lips part around a softly panted breath. She strokes her hand down his arm, appreciating the hell out of hard muscle under hot skin, and back up again. "Yeah, babe. Like that."

This is new. Slow without teasing. It feels...like something special, not for all the time. Not like a gift, but like one of those moments where time slows down and you get an actual chance to breathe. Maybe that's what they're doing. Breathing.