It's only a few steps to the sofa, but Derek takes them slowly. Freya's all but melting into his arms and his kiss, her whole body clinging to him and moulding against him in a way that made his heart start to race. It's been a long time since anyone's turned him on like Freya, and he loved making the most of it as often as possible.

Eventually, they did make it, and Derek set her down, right at the edge before crouching down in front of her. He reached for her waistband, then looked up with one eyebrow raised. "Ready?"