[ Buffy couldn't stop grinning at his impatience. It matched her own, but they were clearly at odds over who should get undressed first. She pulled back to huff out a breath, bouncing on the bed a little as she lifted her arm to show him the zipper that ran along the side.
But her fingers were back to working the buttons on his shirt as she watched intently while each one popped open. Her cheeks were already flush with heat and honestly, if neither of them were wearing such nice clothes that may be needed at some other point - she would have happily ripped them. Or let him rip hers. It was taking everything in her not to tap her slayer strength and be the one to throw him down on the mattress. ]
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But her fingers were back to working the buttons on his shirt as she watched intently while each one popped open. Her cheeks were already flush with heat and honestly, if neither of them were wearing such nice clothes that may be needed at some other point - she would have happily ripped them. Or let him rip hers. It was taking everything in her not to tap her slayer strength and be the one to throw him down on the mattress. ]