Which is a good thing, considering he seems quite intent to pull her other leg around him and push her back and up against the wall. He’s not gentle about it, either. There’s a few further moments of breathless kissing before he pulls back. “--no.” His mouth presses against her cheek, thinking, then, “Your place.”

He lets her down again. “You said something about a leash.” As if that’s only just coming back to him (it’s not, he’s been thinking about it most of the way here).