His breathing picks up, every inch of his skin coming alive as Hera runs her hands over it, the bottom dropping out of his stomach.

Excitement?

Nervousness?

Very large helpings of both?

It doesn't really matter, as he brings his own hand from her shoulder, over her shouldblade, down her back, and coming to a stop on the softness of her waist, thumb stroking up and down ever-so-slightly.

"No guessing about it."