He tossed the shirt off of the bed and turned to her again, taking the tail of her shirt in hand and working it over her head - her clothes always seemed a little more complicated somehow. When it had landed somewhere up by the pillows he kissed her again. He thought he still felt something tight in her back as he stroked up to her shoulder, and it wasn't surprising, but it wasn't good. He relaxed into the mattress for a moment, pressed flush against her and trying to lose himself against her mouth for a little while.