She shrieked into his mouth - the good, happy, giggling sort of "MMMmmph!" as she landed on his bed, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, merrily pulling him along. Not that he wasn't following anyway. And one hand could slide down his back and really, why wasn't she digging her fingernails in anywhere? She needed to fix that. She needed - to be worrying about him taking her shorts off, except that seemed like a very nice idea and why would that bother her? The voices in the back of her mind were very silly.