"Ah in which case..."

Now, he's nodding toward the groove. "I would have carried you but can you make it a bit longer, do you suppose? Only but a moment, of course."

"Ah yes." The response is a bit of a giggle, a very manly one really, as he carries her off further, where things are quite secluded, and grins as he settles her down there. "And now I think the examination..."

Then I had best not betray that trust one bit and must be thorough indeed.

[It starts with a kiss, all the while he is adjusting her skirts and then preparing himself as well, with a glance to be certain they are safe.]

I shall indeed. [And Combeferre is now pressing his lips to her neck, moving his lips downward as he pushes up to slip instead of her with a rather pleased moan.]

[Combeferre is already groaning, more so at that bite, and he squirms closer to her, gasping a little as he does so. He's not one to swear during sex, but he's close to it, even though he realizes he ought to be quiet. It's kind of a funny thought.]

Perhaps we should whisper. [He says this quietly as possible.] To be certain of not being caught.

Caught like this do you mean?

[He's pausing, pinning one of her wrists but leaving the other free in case she should feel trapped by him in any way.]

Or do you mean as part of work? I should think making love is something they would not DARE arrest you for. In Paris...I suppose I can see that the law has gone ahead and arranged things in their way, instead of doing what may help.

[And that makes Combeferre angry. Incredibly so, at that.]

Here, no. And should they try, I would defend you. Always.

[And he would always, always strive to keep close to her no matter what. There was not much of her, but what there was, he wanted to touch and hold and be a part of, entirely. Desperate was a word for it, yes.]

Ahhh Montparnasse. [He shakes his head, kissing her deeply.] Very different indeed.

[Love had its raw and violent moments, true. That one seemed more suited to Jehan, or perhaps even Bahorel, in its imagery, but Combeferre could not have been shocked by it all the same. It was, in its way, rather accurate.]

Ah do you indeed? [A grin crosses his face at this.] I'm glad. You are my favorite too.

[That elicited a groan, things becoming far more primal in his own mind than they'd been before. Or rather, not so much becoming in his mind as the rational part of it was shutting down for just now.]

Oh! Oh Well then! [He's repeating his own rocking forward there, more violently now, nails digging into the hand that he's holding down, unable to stop himself entirely.]