He wants to correct her, lips open to do just that -because being his, that is too much, too good for the likes of a clumsy fool like himself. Everything he's ever sought to own has only ever falling apart, anything he's tried to keep tends to slip between his fingers. He's not good at being steadfast or honorable, he doesn't know how to be careful and safe. He only knows how to want, trip and break. To clutch her closer when he shouldn't. Lifting her into his grip, simply because he can and likes the way her weight feels in his hand. How it keeps her just at the right height.
It is an awkward route to his quarters, he gets too distracted by the taste of her. The softness of her thighs around him. More than once he simply gives up and perches her onto an end table or against a wall to delve deeper.
Eventually, finding no good purchase to properly rock against her, he pulls his face away and gets a firmer idea on the distance between them and his bed. Thankfully they are near.
"Gods, remind me to pick a closer room tomorrow." He mumbles against her throat as he hauls her down the hallway and into his room. Kicking the door firmly shut with his boot heel.
She wants to point out that changing his room would imply their whole one night promise was already out the window. But she can't bring herself to care enough. Not when she knows she already wants more than any one night can hold.
Once they're finally safely behind the door she breathes a sigh of relief. No longer needing to bite her tongue to stop from telling him not to move again, that she was wrong about the importance of a bedroom, secrecy be damned because she couldn't wait another second. "Pick one closer to mine," she suggests playfully, "We could sit on our respective balconies and have a very appropriate afternoon tea." Theo nips at his neck, hands combing their way down his torso, determined to map out every inch of him in their limited time.
