[Connor can live with that. He leans back to unbutton his shirt, fingers quick and precise- there's no fumbling over the buttons. He shrugs out of it, and gets up to take Justine's hand and guide her to the blanket. He kicks off his shoes first, then sits down with her and leans in to press another kiss to her lips. It's a deep one, slow and exploring, his tongue running over hers. Then he gently pushes her back, and positions himself between her legs so that his weight is resting heavy on top of her, her skirt riding up partly in the process.

He suddenly remembers she isn't wearing underwear and flushes again, but this time it brings about a heat that it didn't before. He runs his thumb over her cheek as he looks down at her fondly.]

You look good like this.

[Flushed and breathless.]