There's no helping it; it's been way, way too long since he last touched her.
And she's so soft and sweet and irresistible that losing his mind is only natural.
It's just… her body really isn't ready yet...
"Again?!" Emma Benson was exasperated, batting his hand away, though she understood how he felt. It'd been almost half a year—holding back this long really wasn't easy.
Walter Schmidt let her go, bracing both hands on the door on either side of her head. He bent down and planted another hard kiss on her lips, his eyes bloodshot.
"So when are you finally going to be okay?" his voice was hoarse as he murmured in her ear.
"...Soon." Emma pushed at his shoulder, cheeks blazing. She stole a quick kiss in return, pulled the door open, and said, "Come on, let's go watch a movie."
As she spoke, she grabbed his hand. Seeing that his shirt still wasn't buttoned, she stopped, and carefully buttoned it for him, one by one, before they went out together.
