His hips moving seemed like a very good sign, and she moved off of him. She didn't want him to finish just yet, not when she had been thinking about him for a day. Normally she didn't find herself with such a raging libido, but he seemed to bring it out in her. It wasn't exactly a burden.
Reaching up, she took a condom off of the table, tearing the packet open and rolling it onto him as quickly as she was able. She was looking forward to when they'd be able to forego condoms in a few weeks. Moving to her feet, she hitched her skirt around her waist, straddling Elliot and wrapping an arm around his neck, kissing him so hard she could feel blood plumping her lips. She rocked her hips against him impatiently, breaking the kiss to whimper his name. It was nice to not have her hair in her face, and the pigtails did keep it off of her neck.