His stomach sucked in when she made for his shirt, her fingers pressing into him through it. It was the smallest of touches, but Erik knew what this meant. His skin was already flushed from the tickling, but the blush had started to creep down his neck and up to his ears as he lay back down on her, his weight gently rocking between her thighs as his mouth descended on hers, kissing her hungrily. "A bed will be better than a couch this time, I'm sure," he smirked into their kiss. Not that it was bad at all, but it'd been rushed and rough with a lot of fumbling around because neither had really been sure they should be doing it.