A hand grazes her hip, and suddenly she forgets how to breathe, with his stubble grazing across her cheekbone.
"Tell me to stop."
He's challenging her, pushing her boundaries as another hand reaches under the back of her cream satin blouse, inching towards her bra clasp.
Yet she does not say anything, only allowing herself to sigh in contentment as his lips finally cover hers urgently.
He pulls away less than a second later, to her audible disappointment, allowing his bright blue eyes to meet her own, shrouded in lust.
"Tell me to stop."
He repeats his challenge again, smirking, as his hands freeze in their postition, burning against her soft skin, prolonging her desire.
She closes her eyes, and exhales shakily, one of her delicate fingers reaching up to trace the outline of his lips.
"Don't Stop..." She whispers, and it is all the confirmation he needs to let his lips meet her neck, the bristly stubble brushing against her throat.
Isn't insomnia fun? :) Subtle Huddy hotness here.