"Kissing my way from here..." He kisses the spot on her hip again, then moves to the spot just below her belly button. "...to here..." He works his way up her middle, pausing every now and then between kisses to watch her face.

"...to here." He rests his head on her shoulder. One arm brushes over her chest and he holds her for a moment, not protectively but gladly, contentedly. Then he reaches across for one of the flowers he conjured earlier -- an iris, vibrant and purple -- and sets it down on her stomach.

And tickles her again.