"Not sorry at all," he admitted through a laugh, carelessly tossing her chemise to the floor. He was less patient than she was, as evidenced by his desire to get everything done with: meeting her family, announcing their engagement (publicly), and now - apparently - sex. He was tempted to rip her stockings when she drew attention to them with her hands, but acknowledged that doing so might be a bit much.
Instead, he focused on her actions: her fingers as they unbuttoned his shirt, the sensation she caused when she shifted over his lap while removing his clothes, her lips trailing down his neck - and then right back up.
Insufferable woman.
He could only groan in agreement as she moved to kiss him. With his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he rolled them, and pulled away from the kiss only when he was hovering over her.
"Luckily you won't have to wait anymore," he murmured, wedging himself in between her legs. (He was still nearly fully-clothed, but he had a hunch that Febby would find a way to get them off before he even noticed.)
Instead, he focused on her actions: her fingers as they unbuttoned his shirt, the sensation she caused when she shifted over his lap while removing his clothes, her lips trailing down his neck - and then right back up.
Insufferable woman.
He could only groan in agreement as she moved to kiss him. With his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he rolled them, and pulled away from the kiss only when he was hovering over her.
"Luckily you won't have to wait anymore," he murmured, wedging himself in between her legs. (He was still nearly fully-clothed, but he had a hunch that Febby would find a way to get them off before he even noticed.)
— set by MJ! —