Perhaps she'd been a little greedy, she could have shoved the two layers off, but she wanted, no needed, his touch. It had been something she literally dreamed of for months, to the point that she wasn't sure she remembered what hot showers were like anymore. It had proven to be worth the wait, even with the confused signals between them. Then there was the scent of his heightened arousal, this close. She groaned into the shared kiss, and lifted up on the balls of her feet to press more into it.
Maryanne would never deny, if accused, of being half imp, when she felt those ties with her fingers, she pulled the ends of each, not knowing what they were for. Though through the texture she kind of did, and didn't fight the little grin that turned up her lips, clearly proud of herself. But then those exploring fingers left the back of his pants, and slid up the back of his shirt. She did lean back just enough that they could move to the front, up along his chest. She did want more of those delicious moans.
She hadn't been wrong when her mind marked him as 'heaven'. It was so much that she didn't want to pull back from that sweet kiss. She even whimpered at depriving herself. But surely there would be more. "I knew you'd be like a drug." She murmured against his lips. "I can't seem to want to let you go even if it means you'll be a little more accessible without all the layers." The confession shouldn't have been a surprise. She did slowly pull her hands out of his shirt so she could push his coats off with more conviction. But she left only enough space enough between them to do that.