If she wanted a machine in bed, she'd stock up on D-cell batteries.

She leans into that kiss, and he feels the tension bleed out of her slowly. She rests her forehead against his, her hands plucking fretfully at the front of his shirt.

"He wasn't anywhere near as smooth as you are, caro. He insulted me."

She hasn't ruled it out yet. But she suspects it'd be more trouble than it was worth. No, she knows it would be.

"No, I want you," she breathes against his mouth.