She had just been about to kiss him, and stopped to groan. “Oh my god, Pietro, if you ever pun like that again.” Then she made sure he couldn’t do it anymore by kissing the hell out of him.
Pietro moaned into the kiss, being knocked back by her. He pulled back a moment, “You know that was great. So have you decided what you’re going to do to me?”
She looked thoughtful for a second. “Are you particularly attached to those clothes?”