Gideon loved the way Lucy was moving with his touches, the way she was touching him, the way everything felt hightened, more alive than he'd been in Merlin knew how long.
All the same, his sticky clothes were starting to get really uncomfortable. And, yeah, that's be good, more skin. Her clothes were sticky too, yeah? He took his hands off her just long enough to pull his shirt up over his head, needing to break the kiss for just a moment. "Wet clothes," he said, breathlessly, before diving in again for another kiss.