[It is supremely difficult for him not to chase self-indulgence, to not follow pleasurable impulses; ask anyone who's known the detective over the years, for good or ill, and they would agree. Yet he has not loosed all of his self-control. Her laughter is bright in his ears, and he looks up at her with a flushed face, gaze hazy with want, but echoes an airy laugh right back.]
And undo our grand plans for a few hurried moments of bliss?
no subject
And undo our grand plans for a few hurried moments of bliss?
[He grinds against her again, cheeky.]
Surely you're in no such hurry.