[At some point his head distantly reminds him to at least take his shoes off, so he kicks them off and shrugs out of his own coat-- both get left unceremoniously behind on the ground, near Andy's clothes.
And when Andy pulls away to strip off her shirt, his eyes are half-lidded, the left gleaming its faint silver in the low light. Suddenly, he has completely forgotten about the lights. His hands roam her body eagerly: hard lines of muscle, the remains of wounds he's always wondered about, the soft curve of her breasts. This is happening. All too quickly, but it's happening.]
Andy, [he breathes, somewhere around a hungry kiss pressed to her neck,] bed?
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And when Andy pulls away to strip off her shirt, his eyes are half-lidded, the left gleaming its faint silver in the low light. Suddenly, he has completely forgotten about the lights. His hands roam her body eagerly: hard lines of muscle, the remains of wounds he's always wondered about, the soft curve of her breasts. This is happening. All too quickly, but it's happening.]
Andy, [he breathes, somewhere around a hungry kiss pressed to her neck,] bed?