There's a response on the tip of her tongue just as he slides his hand between her legs and then all she manages is a soft gasp, her hips arching toward him. "God, so what did I give us last time?" she asks, already breathless even as he undoes her pants and slips them off. "The whole silver lining, anticipation thing, like, eight seconds? Because that's feeling about right." She figures there's plenty of time in the coming days for them to drag this out and take their time, but she doesn't think she can manage it now, not when she wants him so badly, not when she feels like they've been waiting for this for way too long.

When he says she's amazing, it's so easy to believe him, and she lifts her head, rolling toward him on the bed so she can press her mouth to his again. One hand moves down the expanse of his chest, then lower until she can find the button of his pants without having to break the kiss and it isn't easy to do without being able to see, but she manages to get both the button and zipper undone in seconds. She's impatient, but she tries not to rush, instead pushing his pants down with one hand, pressing closer to him at the same time, closer to his hand, to the warmth of him, as close as she can get. She's terrible at not rushing, though, and she has to break the kiss breathlessly to get his pants the rest of the way off, ditching them on the floor before she moves back toward him.