At first, Jerry's only response is a stifled moan of his own, a response he can't help to the way her hips lift in turn. These days, winding up like this is more common than not, something normal for them rather than a rare occasion to make the most of, but he's never enjoyed being with her any less because of it. If anything, he enjoys it all the more, not having to worry about how much or how little time they have, not needing to be careful not to leave a mark anywhere on her, not thinking about someone else being in his position. It's just the two of them now. She loves him, and that means a hell of a lot more than he could ever begin to say. "Grace," he murmurs, as if in response, ducking his head to kiss along her jaw. "What do you want?" Right now, he thinks he'd do just about anything she asked, though that's hardly uncommon.