Flushed Cheeks

 I know there is a lot to focus on in this scene: Hand placements, heavy breathing, the frustrating number of fabric layers, soft moaning, heavier breathing with hitches, gold decor, irresistible smiles, opened mouths, sweet kisses, body positioning, the impeccable placement of Sophie Rundle’s jawline freckle by God, etc…but you know what might be the sexiest observation I’ve made? Anne Lister’s flushed cheeks. She is hot. Ready. Filled with desire and aching for naughtiness. Oh, and you know you’re doing something right when your lover professes her love in the middle of grubbling…that she would be so filled & overflowing she would need to say “I love you” right then and there. Anyway, if that doesn’t get you going or win Suranne Jones a BAFTA on this beautiful FriGay, I don’t know what will!