She tasted as good as he had imagined, and oh had he had plenty of time to think about what this moment might be like if it ever actually happened. Despite enjoying the delightful little sounds she was making, Blaine moved to kiss her lips again, loving the taste of the champagne that still lingered. The drink or anything else was largely forgotten as he attempted to literally consume her, lips against hers, fingers intertwining to bring her hands securely over her head.
It was only after he realized he was pressing a rapidly growing erection directly between her legs that Blaine finally slowed just a bit, making his brain focus on something other than getting inside her as soon as possible. They were both still fully dressed and he surveyed the damage he had enacted thus far.
She had a few bruises, light thankfully, along her collarbone, her hair was messed up and her clothing was all mussed, but other than that, he hadn't completely ravaged her. "Well? Am I worthy yet?" His words were amused as his fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt. As if to sweeten the deal, Blaine tugged off his own offending garment. It wasn't like it was the first time she had seen his chest, but Blaine was aware that he looked good. His upper torso was one of his best features and he didn't mind showing it off.
"Show and tell?" Blaine leaned down, tugging her shirt up enough that his lips could kiss a soft damp trail around her belly button, dipping lower just because he was a prick when he wanted to be.