“It had… a lot of competition…” Much panted, and moaned again as he kissed her. Kissing her was good, kissing her was always going to be good, his frustration couldn’t take that away, and it did make him feel a little better before he rolled off her, lying flat on his back to try and cool down. “I think there’s some ice cream in the freezer,” he said, trying not to think about said frustration, trying to focus on better things. Ice cream. Kissing. “For when… when we can walk again. Gonna need a minute though.