He can practically feel her melt into him as he kisses and touches her, pushing her shirt up higher and higher. His hands coax her arms upwards to tug her shirt over her head and discard it beside his own. His touch returns to her sides as his mouth presses to hers again, never able to have enough.

He indulges himself by running his fingers through her hair once it's freed from her buns, smoothing out any tangles in her chestnut strands with his fingers. If this was supposed to be bliss, he never wanted it to end.

"Right. We were going to get cleaned up..." he mumbles against her lips, as if he's just remembered why there were doing this in the bathroom.