"No unless. Now's good," Kate murmurs to him and kisses his chest, his neck, his jaw while she wraps her leg up around his hips. It's partly pure fucking gratitude for not having to get too deep in spelling it out. Partly though...

Fuck, partly it's just that he's hers and she wants him and she needs him to know that and she needs ways to tell him that. Kisses are easier than words and she's pretty sure nothing's getting lost in translation.