The mutual silence was surprisingly satisfying; just knowing that they didn't need any verbal confirmation for this seemed to be a positive. They already had the banter down, they knew how to handle each other, they were capable of having comfortable silence - and apparently more-than comfortable silence, as well.
She seemed to have regained control of her hands, and things were picking up speed again. He let go of her for a moment to pull his arms free from his shirt, and gave a soft noise of approval as her hands moved across his skin. It had been a while; he didn't really get the time for this kind of thing, and he hadn't exactly been involved in anything meaningful since his divorce. It was different, being with someone he actually liked.
His hands were almost instantly back on her, slowly exploring her skin as their lips moved together, the taste of whiskey and vodka mingling. One hand moved up her back, unhooking her bra with ease, almost casually, before sliding the straps down her arms and discarding it carelessly. He pulled her in closer, wanting to feel her skin against his own.