"I find myself to be... nude." The lightning maker stared hazily up at Nate's face when he finally returned to her, fully naked as well. "Ever the strategist..." she mused with a smirk, trying her best not to give a literal butt-wiggling emotional tail-wag at the lovely state in which she found herself, mentally. But then the letter.
She sighed and her hips fought her but she won out in the end, pulling herself down into the mattress a bit and away from Nate's attempts. She brushed the hair from his face, and from her own forehead, and let out a slow breath to steel herself. "We need PJs and dinner before we tackle that thing." He knew of what she spoke. "C'mon," her hands clapped his shoulders, one on each side, and then Zap stole a kiss before he followed her suggestion of getting up. "I love you." She sat up when she was able. "Maybe it's a wedding invitation. Emma finally broke him?"