"Designer, of course," she said loftily, letting her happiness trail through her voice before it necessarily dissipated into the reality behind that closed door. She thumbed his neck, enjoyed the stability of his chest, though she knew it couldn't last for much longer. "You know how those lemurs are. Uppity bastards."
His hesitation only made her bold, and she pushed her mouth into his, inflicting upon him the remnant taste of soft cheese and whatever traces of chapstick still remained after her feast. She loosed his neck and let space fall between them. It was always this way.