"It's like my birthday came early," Verity murmured, bending down to kiss him again, her hand straying down to him to...play. Just a bit. "But no..." she said, a few moments later, drawing her hand away again. "I wanna see your face."

She rolled over on the bed, the movement sparking languid protest from her body which was quite sated and happy just where it was, thank you very much, and reached under the bed - you're welcome for the view, Liam - pulling out a decent-sized gift, all wrapped up and tidy.