Fred hadn't had much in the way of overly happy lately; she had some good moments, but this was a wonderful breakthrough. She shifted a little, trying so very hard to be good. They'd been taking it slowly, and she understood; but...
With another whimper and a slight pout, she finally broke the kiss, blushing. She gave one or two more tiny kisses, not wanting to seem like a tease; she hadn't meant to, not exactly. It was just very exciting.
"So.." Her voice more on the breathy side of things. "Mmm. I thought..." Just another sneaky little kiss wouldn't hurt. She hadn't exactly gotten off his lap, or leaned too far away. Those little kisses demanded she stayed close.
"I thought you could set something up for me?" Her lips were so close to his, then she realized something, leaning back. "Oh, just so you know, I'm not kissing you so that you will help me with something to take home. I'm kissing you because I want to kiss you. That's all I think about sometimes, is kissing you. And how you'd look in a shower. Or a pool, though I've heard it's not very good in a pool or a tub. Water's not a very good lubricant. Olive oil may be. And then there's the elevator. Not sure why, or the couch, your bed, my bed, my couch. Under the desk in my office." Yes, her mind had wandered away from the possible tech goodness. She was definitely not there to see if he'd help her make something; she was there for him and happy to share the good news.