Natalie kissed the side of his neck. Soft and a little lazy, and mostly coming from the general desire to be tender because she didn't have a lot of outlets for that these days. He was just conveniently there and available to be touched.

"Well, you did say something about screwing me right into the sheets," she remarked. "And I haven't noticed any of that happening yet."

(Jackson, for his part, had been outside the door some time ago, verbally keysmashed at how much he didn't want to deal with any of this, and headed out to check himself into the hotel in town.)