He'd considered bringing knives to the sex fight--he honestly had. Because knives, they made things more fun for everyone. Well, more fun for him, generally, but still.
He'd decided against it in the end, although that tension between them that came from trying to kill one another before just made it all the sweeter, in his opinion. He straddled her, leaning in to kiss her again as she was taking his belt off. His hands--grimy, makeup-stained and nails cracked--slid along her stomach. God, she was smooth. Mm.