He kissed her harder, not needing to be told twice, as his hands went to his own belt first to shed his pants before he started work on hers, not that the soft leggings she was wearing needed much work. He loved the feeling of her skin as he pulled them down, running his hands over the back of her legs, the extra soft skin behind her knees and the curves of her calves. He knelt beside her on the bed as he tugged the leggings, and her under wear, over her feet and lost them over the side of the bed as well, looking down at her naked body. "Fuck, you're beautiful though," he said, aching in more ways than one as he said it. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Marcie," he promised, running his fingers up the inside of her thigh and he leaned down toward her again. So good you're gonna forget you're dying.