Kate shivers, but not from any chill. Dimly, she's aware that her legs are cold, her feet, too. She's aware that she's on his lap, on the kitchen floor, wearing a shift and a coat. But she's on his lap and she's kissing him, and she shivers at his groan. Purr, deep down and low. She's missed making him sound like that, too, all the times they've messed around in bed.

Messed around, fooled around, but never that final step. Her choice, that one. She's not sure why, now. Not with him like this, kissing her back and purring.

Kate pulls her hand free from his, but only so she can cup his head, hold him a bit more still so she can kiss him deeper.