[His hand digs into her hair and wow, okay, she's into that. She's known she's been into that since JD, it's just, shit. God—she moans, a little, into his mouth, at the tug on her hair and the grip on her ass. A keening noise rises in her throat when he backs her into a wall and breaks the kiss, but she strangles that because she has to have a little bit of dignity here.

There's a touch of defiant haughtiness in her look, when she looks up at him. The hand that had fisted itself in his shirt now wanders downward so she can also cop a feel of his ass. You know, just to make things fair.]

I'm full of good ideas. [There's a touch of irony in those words. She's well aware she isn't, and that this one is probably not the best idea, but like? Fuck it.] I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out, what do I have to do, say it a third time? Rip my fucking clothes off—