Jazz made a little sound in her throat, a soft purr, and kissed him back, moving her lips in a slow exploration of his mouth, trying to convey how happy she was and how much she cared for him. Her arms wound about his neck, enjoying the warm tingle that took up in her body anywhere he touched her.
When she had to breath, she brushed the end of her nose against his and murmured. "I like your apartment just the way it is."
Maybe at first she hadn't, but it had grown on her. Even the OCD cleanliness of it - just made even all the more special when he let her get away with things like leaving her high heels under his coffee table or just letting her dress pool on the floor.