"Anytime you need a little excitement," she promises, thoroughly enjoying her new nickname. She takes a deep drag and sits up, holding a finger to his lips. "Okay wait right there. Just, just like that."

She grins and grabs the charm off the remains of her dress, then lays back down on him. The charm is small, about the size of her fingernail, shaped like a small horse. It was this or a bell, and putting a bell on someone feels vaguely like calling them a cat. She wouldn't do that to someone she likes.

"Okay and, when you touch it like this," between thumb and forefinger, a faint smell of midnight rain on grass. She glances at him, nerves getting the better of her.