"Felicia, please," she purred, leaning in close once more. "If you must be formal, Felicia will do just fine. Though, personally..." She lifted herself so she was sitting on the counter and thier heads were level. Mouth as close as she could get it to his ear, "I prefer 'oh-god-thank-you'."
Then her lips were pressing against his, hands pulling his bald head so she could crush their mouths in a kiss that was anything but chaste and bordering on indecent exposure in a public place. She wanted him to remember her this time.