Forget vodka, she felt drunk enough on this, in turns melting into his touch and pushing back against him as hard as she could, hands in his hair and hands venturing under his clothes, creeping in beneath his belt to dig her fingertips into his ass and draw him even harder against her. "Wait I forgot—" she panted, in a break in the kissing "—Forth thing." She rummaged in her jacket pocket, tilting her head to let Avery have free reign of her neck, and pulled out a string of condoms, grinning at him when he lifted his head again. "Am I knocking it outta the park with this wife thing or what?"