There was something about the man you're in love with checking you out that was so, so incredibly sexy (yes, Eliza thought Dedalus was sexy even if he was really the only definition of the word she knew), and Eliza's eyes shut as his lips traveled away from her and down her neck and he could do anything to her right now and she would just fall along with him. Never did it occur to her that being so willing to believe and follow someone like this was scary, no Eliza trusted Dedalus with everything she had to offer so she was allowed to feel like this and--
Her rambling thought process was put to a halt as their kiss broke apart, but only so Dedalus could take his shirt off and she grinned, feeling like every time they had sex (which was surprisingly easier to say than 'made love' which just sounded silly for some reason. Much, much better than saying 'shag,' though) was just as exciting as the first time. It sounded silly and cliche, but Eliza never knew what to expect. She supposed that meant their sex life was good, that they kept changing it up and---haa...
Getting out of her jeans wasn't as easy as taking off her jumper, but that was kind of good--kept the fact that she'd worn matching knickers a surprise for that much longer.
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