“I am plenty of fun,” she said haughtily. “You want to do it in a garden somewhere, up against a window overlooking the street, fine. Just not here.” She shifted against him, letting go her grip on his hair to draw her fingernails down the back of his neck. “Does it shock you,” she whispered, mouth curving in a sly smile, “to know that I want you for reasons other than sex?”
“Sometimes,” he said laughing a little. “I never said right here, I just want to get you wet enough to want me to take you right here and now,” he said, sliding a hand up along her thigh. “Yes, really does. I thought we…isn’t this thing we have going just sex and fun?”
She put her head back, laughing. “You’re going to have to work harder if that’s what you want.” She hitched her leg up around his hip and pulled them closer together. “Petya, the fun /is/ the other reason.”