"I know," he tells her quietly, despite their discussion a few days earlier at Coco's Christmas party. He's still waiting for the bomb to drop where she decides, however temporarily, that she wants to go back to using condoms with him because she's afraid that somehow they'll get burned. She's his and they both know it even if the words aren't always spoken aloud, but he wants to see her and immediately have it clear to himself and to every other person he sees that she's his, that he's hers. In the animal world, he'd just pee on her and mark his territory, but this isn't the animal world; he needs to be more creative than that.

He carefully arranges his body, legs spread on either sides of her hips, knees digging into the mattress as his hips press gently against hers. Her heels rest against the backs of his thighs, his long fingers wrapped around her wrists only to tighten at her request and hold her more firmly to the mattress. "M'right here," he tells her softly, his hazel gaze locked on hers. They've made it this far and they're about to take a fucking huge step in their relationship, and - strangely - he isn't afraid. Before Rachel, commitment would have had him running for the nearest exit; this only makes him lean in and kiss her more, rolling his hips against hers, his teeth nipping lightly at her lips between kisses.