"Not even close to you, Ms Marvel." He smiled and then shuddered at the feel of her teeth, first on his neck and then his ear. His fingers moved to his shirt now, fumbling at the buttons, popping a few of them in his haste. "Damn, I take it off every night in a few seconds, but when it counts..." He laughed quietly at himself and sat up, taking it the rest of the way off. That left just an undershirt on now. God, he wore so many layers of clothing, this was insane. When he had to undress more than the woman he was in bed with...

Thinking about her undressing snapped him back into focus, and he threw the undershirt off the bed quickly, leaning back over her. He kissed her mouth again, then her chin, her cheekbone, the spot on her throat just under her ear. One hand held him up, so he wasn't crushing her, and the other began to move tentatively down her body. He traced her collarbone, then slowly brushed his hand over her breast. He knew she wasn't going to tell him to stop, that she wanted him to touch her, but he felt that he wanted to discover her slowly. Already this was feeling like a dream, and he didn't want it to end.