Even though they'd just showered, she could tell that they'd need to shower again after they finished. She was starting to sweat from moving her hips in time with his, from arching her back. If kissing was better than flying, than sex was better than sleep, flying, and pizza combined.
She whimpered every time he moved, watching the muscles in his arms and chest contract. He was gorgeous, and she thought she could spend whole days just staring at him, watching him move.
She was too lost in the moment, too close to the edge to care too much when someone knocked on the door. She knew who it was, but she certainly didn't care at all about food. "Don't stop, please - just - don't stop, Alec." She drew in gasping breaths, reaching up to cling to him and press their bodies even closer.