The groan that emerged from his mouth at the simple touch of her hands was nearly too much for her. She loved the way it sounded, as if it came from a part of him she hadn't found yet. Athena wanted to hear it again.

"Bloody 'ell, woman! Do you really find it fun to torture me like this? Hm?"

"Of course I do," she answered before her head was arching backwards, nearly instinctually. And really, she'd not tease him so much if he didn't know where she stood with him. And really, it should be clear from the way her nails scratched lightly at his scalp and her eyes fought to slide closed, the way her body tensed because every muscle was straining to feel him.

Oh Merlin, finally, she thought when her mouth met his, greeting him readily and perhaps even a bit greedily. She had waited for this, for a month in China and a month in the hospital. Not to mention before hand, when she was still scared and not willing to allow this to either of them. Two months of separation from a desire can teach a girl a lot, however, and she had come to terms with what she wanted. Namely, him. Perhaps he'd let her tell him vocally yet without words. It was her turn to moan softly into his mouth, a sign of complete acceptance of the affection she felt for him. The crazy Muggle footballer was what she wanted.

"I like you," she said, pulling away from him the slightest bit, enough to form her mouth into sentences. "So do you want to be my boyfriend?"

She couldn't help but half-grin, half-wince at her own question, at her weakness for him. It was his arms. If he didn't have arms, they wouldn't have a problem. But he did, and, well, she liked them.

Right. His arms.