"Me too," she agrees, breathless from their kisses. She lets him push her coat off her shoulders and her arms go to her side so it drops to the floor in a pile. She doesn't care.

And if she was breathless before, what he says next very well knocks the wind right out of her. When that word falls from his mouth, somehow both clinical and obscene at once, it's like the oxygen has been sucked from the room and she feels dizzy as all the blood in her body moves southward suddenly.

"Oh..." is all she can manage at first. A sound of delighted surprise. "Yes...that would be....yes, alright..."

Her brain is too filled with the images of him between her legs, in order to form coherent thoughts.