"Until another pretty redhead comes along," she chuckled breathlessly, gripping his chin to get him closer as she scooted further up the bed. There was something about the 'I will miss you' part that might have scared her a little; it could have been that she'd been close to saying it back, and usually when she missed someone, it meant that some level of attachment had been made. It should not have been the case here, she decided that at the very beginning. This was purely physical. So of course, Colleen joked about it, and only hoped that crushing her mouth against his would deter him from that completely; maybe her hand would, too, which brushed over his to lead up her thigh. It hadn't sounded definite, anyway. Fingers dipped into his hair and gently tugged, a soft moan urged on by his every touch (and the reminder that she still had her dress on), breezing past her lips. Parting from the kiss, Colleen touched her forehead to his and sat up enough to unzip the gown and slip out of it quite smoothly. "Better?" She was already kissing him again before he could even answer, and edged her mouth to the corner of his to travel up his jaw.