She just laughs, and it's a quiet sound that's happy, and then her mouth is busy and if she's laughing you could only tell if you felt it from her body against yours or from seeing the ways her eyes dance.

It's different, and she's not sure what she's doing, and it's messy, but he can't keep from moving, even when she tries to stop his hips with her hands, and he said it was good. And she knows he means it, so she smooths her hands across the curves of his hips and presses, firm, to keep him just a little more still, and Lucy's eyes are still laughing.