"Might want to think about something more permanent," Eliot suggested as she came back and knelt in front of him. He'd kicked his shoes off, his jeans and his boxers. He still wore his socks just because he hadn't bothered to bend down enough to pull them off.
"I mean, you know. For convenience." He liked that she was still wearing her skirt. Something about that made it all that much more erotic, despite the hiccup when she'd gone to get condoms. It didn't escape his notice that she'd brought two.