She giggled. “No, no, you’ve got it backward. Do /not/ apologise.” Giving up on coaxing him down to the blankets, she stood up, hair spilling down to her knees, and pulled his head down to kiss him.
The young knight hadn’t argued when she forced him down onto the blankets. His muscles relaxing as she kissed him, the position allowing him to relax even further.
Almost immediately she deepened the kiss, pressing up against him. He felt so good, so solid, like safety and security and someone who wanted her. She trailed her fingertips against his chest where the shirt was unbuttoned.