"Have you?" she asks, a low laugh in her throat even as those kisses pull little sighs of dizzy pleasure out of her. At some point - probably at the point where his mouth found her neck to begin with - she has grabbed onto the back of his jacket, arching into his hold.

"Me too," she whispers back, and brushes a kiss against his temple, then lets her head tilt to the side so he can better reach. "I keep enjoying how well you fill this suit, you know?"