She speaks and it's such a simple word, such a simple gesture, but it's enough to bring him back down to earth, to ground him within the moment. Gives his brain enough time to catch up to what's currently happening to his body, to the way his desire is slowly beginning to rise, with her the sole object of it.

But then her lips are pressing into his skin, to his face, to his neck. Across the point of his pulse and there's a very distinct intake of breath as her lips press over it, fingers tightening on her hip, on her thigh, head tilting just slightly to give her more room to explore.

His body wants her, he can so clearly feel the way it reacts so perfectly to everything she does. His mind has shut off, had finally stopped over thinking it, having finally come to the answer that it was fine. That he wouldn't regret this.

Her name falls from his lips as he tightens his hold on her, making sure she's secure against him before finally making the slow trip towards the steps, taking each one carefully, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek against her own, to press a soft kiss against whatever skin he can find.