She likes that mischievous little grin as well as the warmth and weight of his hand against her skin. Desire and longing are degrees of the same emotion. The silence between them only heightens the sexual tension between them. Her entire being aches to reach out and touch him; she doesn't break the silence as she reaches out, hands skimming along his ribs, slipping down to glide across his hipbones. She's focused enough on him and the way his skin feel beneath her fingertips that she doesn't notice the almost slip. "If I recall correctly, we're not very good at slow," she responds in a breathy voice. "I think I'll deal with my heart. Right now, I need you much closer." She dips her head, crushing her mouth against his and simultaneously pressing her body hard against his so that she can feel every inch of him between what's left of their clothes.