Her hands worked their way in under his shirt as they were kissing, tugging it up so she could pull it off next time they had to breathe, which was far sooner than she'd have liked. "There's something... Something more," she agreed, and then Aaron's shirt was gone, thrown towards the corner of the room, and her hands were fumbling at the button on his jeans. "I still... I want this, want you, but there's... something more."