[Diarmuid groans and leans back against her as much as he can without risking overbalancing her.]

You think that because you know me and know I am weak to you and your touch.

[He shifts, turning his head so that he can try to steal a kiss from her.]

If you are thinking about being pinned to the bed and I am thinking of pinning you to the bed...why should we question fate?

[Or good fun because it will be a lot of fun...]