"I'll make you more later." She helped him with the rest of her shirt, shrugging the rest of the way out of it, letting it hit the floor. Once done, her hands moved down to his jeans to unbutton the fly.
Then she realized they were in the kitchen, and weren't likely to have condoms. "Fuck," she whimpered, standing up and turning away from him. She all but jogged to the bathroom, returning with two in hand. Instead of kissing him again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, smiling. "Sorry, should've planned on that."