Noctis Lucis Caelum

[His hands are everywhere - her waist, up her back, her hair - and his mouth is exploring her neck and eventually her chest. Eventually he can't take it anymore and starts pawing impatiently at her skirt. When it occurs to him that that would mean she'd have to get up or stop what she's doing he stops. There's still a distant voice in his head telling him that it would feel so much better if their remaining clothes weren't still in the way.]