[He smiles at his words echoed back to him, and moves his hand down to Justine's thigh. He catches the fabric of her skirt with his fingers and lifts it as he runs them back up again, until his hand is on her hip. He rubs his thumb over the bare skin, leaning back in to kiss at her chest again.]

Tell me what you want me to do.

[He looks up at her, eyes dark with want. He doesn't even realise how he looks right now, but it's obvious they've gone far enough that Connor wouldn't want to stop here.]