When he pulled her close, putting his hand into her hair, she groaned. And slowly, little kisses sprinkled over his lips, until she pressed her forehead against his. "The thoughts you invoke, mi amour, are making parts of my clothes very uncomfortable." She admitted. Because why not? Just because she was now a man didn't mean she was any less attracted to him. She figured she it was just more visible.
Sarah lifted her head just a little, but not without stealing another brief kiss, so she could look him in the eye. As best she could with his sunnys on. "You don't have to. Kissing is one thing..." She trailed off.