Mallory smiled into the kiss, and held onto him tightly. One hand, seemingly of its own accord, made its way to his belt buckle.
"Benson, did you - do you want -" she couldn't finish her sentence, and quite honestly didn't even know what she was trying to say. Instead she looked him in the eyes, hoping he'd understand what she was trying to say without her having to spell it out.
She was already kissing him again before he could answer.