Loxley's smile lights up in the second before she rolls of off him. "We're very attractive," he says, keeping his voice even and serious as he likewise pushes his trousers down off his hips, sits up to tug them the rest of the way off. "Who can blame us for being impatient?" No jury would convict, etc.

Speaking of—trousers are discarded over the side with a flick of his ankle, and he moves back towards Derrica, connecting a kiss to her shoulder, a hand finding her hip, not to pull either of them in one direction or another, but to touch. To look down the now gloriously naked length of her, to put himself within range of contact.

"Pants first, is what you're imagining?"

He'll shut up pretty soon, don't worry.