“Obviously, I should have asked before I said anything,” Summer said, but she smiled when she said it. She reached up and ran a fingertip over his mouth, then traced the edge of his goatee. “More forgetting, please. Unless you’d care to explain?”
The Mesmer chuckled at that. She was right, of course; it would have been best to ask before she let him do something like that, but neither of them really seemed to care now. More forgetting. That may as well have been music to his ears. “Hmm… I’ll explain later,” he decided as he pressed a series of slow, thoughtful kisses over where he’d bitten her. Then, he slipped his mouth down to her shoulder, tugging her shirt to the side with one hand before kissing there, too; it wasn’t long before the kisses turned into another rough bite, his free hand’s fingertips tracing patterns on her side all the while.
Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.
Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent though went out the window.