She pulled him towards her for a kiss that deepened to a wet, hot snog. She was weaving a bit, just enough off-center that he caught her as she started to fall. She was small enough that he could pick her up. She locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He walked her to his room, bumping into every piece of furniture on his way. No table or chair left unturned. He dumped her on the bed. "Take off your knickers, Jean. Unless you don’t want this?"