She plunged into the kiss, mouth working, fingers scraping at his hair. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she tumbled over with a squeak, landing hard and flat on her back. “Please, now, please.” she begged breathlessly. Without waiting for an answer, she started to undo his pants.
Pietro grabbed her hands, “Now, now, I might be the fastest man on Earth, but some places I like to take my time. The bedroom is just one of those places.”
Any other time, she’d be — well, hell, any other time she wouldn’t be in this position at all. But there just isn’t enough of her mind left untouched by the potion to question that line, “the fastest man on earth”. She twisted her wrists, deliberately not hard enough to get away, and used the leverage to pull him down toward her. “Take your time later,” she whined.