When Jon got back upstairs, Karyn had used his painting sink to clean up, and was looking through the various pictures Jon had pulled out of the closet, earlier. As he opened the door, she said, "I can't believe we didn't do this sooner." She pointed at the bed as she said 'this', then continued, "I got SO turned out while posing like this."
"You weren't the only one. I could hardly stand up while working on those."
She giggled at that, and replied, "I could tell."
He whispered into her ear, "I meant, even after you'd left. Now get out of this so we can get the pose right."
This time, when he posed her, his hands were all over her, which did not help the composure of either of them. "Stop that," she said with an exasperated laugh, around some very rough breaths. "We need to be downstairs for dinner soon, don't we?"
"We can be a few minutes late," he said, pulling her entirely out of her pose, and tightly against him.
"You better wish for us to be clean afterwards, then..." Saying that, she flapped her wings enough to bring her head up to his, and kissed him deeply.
