It never failed to rather amaze her how the simplest actions from the astute royal affected her so greatly. As his mouth wrapped around that extended fork it drew such parallels to his mouth being pressed against her heated skin as to send a shiver down her spine. There was something freeing in his presence also, knowing well how she affected him in turn only furthered it. It is why she so rarely, if ever, attempted to hide those reactions he elicited so easily from her especially now as her breathing hitched noticeably at what should have been such a mundane action. Yet seeing his reaction at tasting her... my god made it anything but ordinary. It was so effortless to lose herself in the ease that came with being around him, sloughing out that fear and pain which had plagued her endlessly these last few months and simple be. She was sure it would return later, at least to some degree. The wounds both physical and mental which that monster had laid upon her would not be so easily laid to rest but tonight seemed like the first step forward.

For now though she was content as always to lose herself in the natural push and pull that came with their relationship. Relaxed enough to inquire as to how their bond would be strengthened further in the future, the answer not wholly surprising and yet it led to such intriguing possibilities as she filed his personal information away in the safety of her back pocket. No doubt she would text him later to provide him the same contact details, she had tried to keep her number unlisted for obvious reasons.

She returned to her dessert with a vigor, that query about what they might do now leaving her lips only to be followed by another delectable bite of banana and whipped cream. His gaze drawing back to her mouth just as her tongue ran gently over those soft lips as if determined to taste every ounce of that cream possible. The way his gaze darkened as she leaned into him and suggested what they could spend that last hour doing had her lips curving surreptitiously while she awaited his response. Her turquoise eyes widened slightly as he made to stand and extended his hand, a gesture she should be accustomed to from him by now and yet it always surprised her. Lifting her hand to grasp the cool planes of his own she rose, turning for but a moment to allow her finger to rake through the remnants of the extra whipped cream she had ordered.

Watching as he lowered himself to the well-worn couch that took up most of her living room she released his hand, letting but a moment pass before she lowered herself down next to him on the comforting softness that always seemed to shape itself to her. Tossing him a wicked grin she brought her cream-covered finger to her lips and licked a portion of it off, her eyes steady on his features. Happy, as ever, to allow her body to do the talking.