He barely had time to take a breath before they were standing in her flat, her body pressed against his and her fingers in his hair. She was warm and real and soft, and he couldn't stop himself kissing her again, his tongue parting her lips and finding salty sweet Ogden's and chips...
"Kat," he breathed, finding warm skin under the hem of her shirt. A tiny, far away voice reminded him that she'd never, and his hands gentled on her skin, sliding up to her ribs, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.