"Pretty wily," she agrees, but she's really only half listening, because the rest of her brain is trying to think of things that might calm her down a little bit. Like what groceries she has to buy soon and whether or not she needs dog food and it's not working even remotely, so she slips her back out of his pants gently and rests her forehead against his shoulder. Kate's pretty sure she's never in her life gotten quite so wound up and had to stop and it's really not much fun at all. She's never been great with self-restraint, she knows that, it's why she ended up having to take morning after pills at fifteen and... okay, one time at fourteen, too, and she likes to think she's grown up since then in a lot of ways, but apparently really wanting to have sex and stopping herself isn't one of them.

"I'll dry your tears," she tells him, pulling back finally and cupping his face with both her hands. She smooths her thumbs over his cheeks, brushing away imaginary tears before she smiles and kisses him, sweeter this time, slower. "But probably only by accident because I'll be too busy crying with relief myself."