As he stepped close, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him in the same way he had her pinned to the counter. Chuckling, she tangled her tongue with his, and dropped one hand to finish attending to his buttons, until the shirt hung loose form his shoulders. Then she began to kiss her way down his throat. “You’re slacking,” she murmured wickedly.
He shivered at the tight grip and trailed his hands up her ribs so that his fingertips brushed along the fabric of her bra, his eyes widening and flashing golden. Grunting and throwing his head back, he nodded jerkily and fumbled with the solid clasp of her bra, cursing quite colourfully as he got himself into a tangle trying to remove it.
She started to laugh when he swore at her bra, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Stop, stop,” she said finally, “you’re doing it all wrong. Back up.” She pushed gently, and unwrapped her legs, until he stepped back a little. Then she hopped down, pulled off her tank-top, and turned around to show him the clasp. “It helps to actually know how one works.”