The pants came off and he discarded them, letting the slip lazily off the bed. He continued to trail kisses down her midsection, stopping just above where her panties would have been. He could feel her under him, feel her enjoying it despite the change of position. His blood was thrumming in his head, and if he was even a little more coherent he might have realized that this newfound energy was a little weird. But he didn’t, and honestly, this was kind of nice. Faith usually seemed like she was perfecting the art of speed-sex, and while there were certain charms to that, it was nice to take it a little slower, too.
But he wasn’t going to torment her. He leaned up, yanking his belt off and tossing it aside. Then he leaned down again, capturing her lips with his, even as he began yanking his pants down. One hand came away from his pants and up to run his fingers through her hair, before slowly slipping down to the back of her neck and staying there. The warmth of her was incredible. He wanted that warmth, after over a decade of nothing but cold. He needed it.