“Fuck no, as hot as that is,” he said as he held onto both her hands, “No.” He growled, placing both her hands, palms flat down on either side of her, and he made his way downwards. His teeth gave a light nip on one of her nipples, still through this newly favourite Tee of his, and kept going down till he was kneeling on the floor, his pants that much tighter against his hardness. He wanted to thank the Gods that his now kneeling position brought him perfectly aligned to her wetness, and his hands on her thighs pulled her closer towards the edge.

Or

Fred shows up with a bottle of wine at the house of someone he loved (read: Loves)