Melinda had been wearing tights at least since she was four years old. This would include, obviously, all the years during which she and Alec had been doing this, and one would think that eventually, he would have gotten the idea, but no. No, he absolutely had not, and Melinda was honestly starting to wonder if he was retarded.
"Merlin's fucking spats, Alec!" Melinda pushed him off and stood up, stripping off the tights in one easy move and taking off her t-shirt while she was up, discarding both. "Honestly," she huffed as she came back down on the bed, grabbing Alec with a fist in the front of his open shirt and dragging him close to kiss him hard again, biting his lip perhaps rather harder than necessary.