Oh, no, did she have to? Gray groaned and gripped her hands a little tighter. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to still her hands. Just enough to buy himself about three seconds of quiet thought so he could figure out what the hell he was going to do to calm her down. Because here was fact number one: there was no sex about to happen in the Oval Office. Fact number two: they were not going to suddenly leave the bedroom to go have awkward, drunken sex in a closet somewhere. Fact number three: this was clearly what Savannah expected.
"Honeylamb," he said, in what he hoped was a very soothing voice. "We can't go anywheres. There ain't anywheres to go." Not strictly true but at this time of night, who knew who they'd disrupt on accident?
He rubbed his thumb over one of her hands gently. Soothingly. All the soothing he could manage. "Please, honey, let's just go to bed and tomorrow we can figure out... you know. Somethin'."