He breathes a laugh out against the shape of her mouth, the edge of his teeth gentle at her upper lip - happenstance more than planning. "And I like a bird with a nice arse. Match made in heaven, really."

Though he's not going for her bum right now, thank you. Instead Charlie turns the collar of her shirt free, passing the flat of his hand across her sternum, over the plane of her stomach through the thin fabric of her shirt. Sliding his fingers under the hem of it and skating straight back up to unabashedly grasp at her breast, pinching her nipple idly between the knuckle of his first and second finger, is all easy enough.