Will came in the door of the Parsonage, and sighed to himself as he kicked off his shoes in the entryway.
Holy hell, he was hot for Luna. He still felt the desire to turn around and head back, tell her he'd changed his mind about not rushing things, and take her right there against the wall. But instead, he'd come here to refocus his energies instead of wanking himself into a stupor at home.
"Tuck?" he called, wandering in and dropping his keys and wallet on the coffee table. "You in?"