There's a subtle rise to his posture, other elbow against the mattress, that corresponds with his fingers pressing into her, shallow, withdrawing, then deeper. A yes transmitted physically, through the giving of the request, through the torque of his body beneath her. The subtle raise of his thighs, bracing lightly against the backs of her own.

Loxley turns his head, delivering a slightly clumsy, distracted kiss to her fingers. The shiver of his breath is also detectable, not exactly extremely removed from the things he is doing to her that they aren't doing things to himself.

But urgency is different to impatience. It feels good, to linger in thresholds, in suspense, and no part of him wants all this evening over too quickly.