He ran his hands up her body when she slid the shirt off, cupping and squeezing over her breasts before she flattened back down against him. It wasn't a lewd gesture, exactly, more of an honest appreciation for her shape and form. He kissed into her hair as she settled on top of him, stroking out her hair and rubbing her whole back up and down. He kissed back when she kissed him, smiling as it broke. "I love you too. You're my woman, now and always."<br/><br/>At her urging he rolled, pausing only to tug his pants back up before he settled on his stomach. Her work got a low groan out of him, and he melted down against the mattress as her hands kneaded at his stiff body. "Yeah? I remember you saying that before, actually, that you could do some technical things... I think I might have glazed over it. Which is--mmh, oh, that spot needs some love, just so--which is... foolish of me, to say the least. I think you should do it. Metal, fabric, leather, I don't care. If you make it for me I'll wear it with pride." He took a deep breath and pillowed his head on his folded arms, grunting deeply as she worked out another tight spot. "Oh, god, darling, that's amazing..."