Lowering herself back down to straddle him once the garments had been carelessly tossed where the wind took them, Valkyrie hinged at the waist and reclaimed his mouth. She bit his lips softly and indulged in the taste of his tongue. His mouth tasted clean--probably a product of him mostly eating for utility, whenever she saw him bother to do it. Lazing around in his quarters as often as she did, she got a feel for many of his little quirks.

"Would you hold it against me if I said I've been waiting to do this?" She murmured into his mouth, dragging herself up against him to replace her lips on his with her sensitive nethers.