[ Huffing against his neck, half a chuckle (because that room is fast becoming her preferred hookup space) and half in appreciation for his fingers tracing up her corset lacing. ] You sure you're all through here? I'd hate to make you miss the songs. And I can misbehave right here for a while.

[ Trailing a slow, lingering path down his neck with her mouth; it seems patience agrees with her. ] Or along the way, if you'd rather.