Thomas was even better once he knew you is what Alice figured. And if he ever really wanted to torture her he'd know exactly how and she didn't honestly know how she'd stop him, 'cause she'd probably be too busy wanting him to. It wasn't just the pain misting away like it'd never existed, or the practiced twist of his fingers pressing into her and against her exactly right. It wasn't even all the real affection she had for him. Thomas was just always going to make her lose her head a little, anytime he liked, and Alice was pretty ok with having signed up for that kind of heat.

She couldn't even get out the plan she had for getting to his bed right now, which would've been cute and all when she hauled him there, except she couldn't. She was already past breathy laughter and as much as she wanted to draw out this toe-curling pleasure and the warmth of his skin, this beautiful spinning alone in her head without noise or pain, her hands were kind of moving to undo his jeans without her explicit permission and she didn't really have the will to stop them.

There was a lot to be said for desperation she guessed; Thomas seemed to drive her to it without a whole lot of trying even when she wanted to float there for ages. A hand snaked past his undone jeans to stroke the same kind of desperation into him, 'cause it was so much better when they went together.