When Clara decided to dip out of his grip and turn to face him Hanz nearly thought that she was uncomfortable with what he was doing. It turned out to be quite the opposite, as she didn't just suddenly run, she didn't chide him for what he had done, she simply changed the course of the conversation to sleeping arrangements. In response to her question he patted the side of the bed he was currently sitting on, it was as good as any, and he had been laying there for a bit as it was.<br/><br/>As she looked at the shirt he placed on the ground and asked about wearing it, Hanz very nearly replied yes right away, but he caught himself. Here was a perfectly beautiful creature in front of him, the tension between them had been so thick that there was a need for a release. He wasn't very well going to be able to pleasure himself in the bed, and he sure as shit didn't want to do it in the shower.  He brought his large hands up to her hips, brought her closer to him, and then swiftly rolled her onto the bed as his lips locked into her own, his left hand find her right breast and squeezing firmly.<br/><br/>Hanz's tongue protruded forward and asked for permission to enter, hoping that there would be a mutual benefit while his hips slowly and gently ground into her own. His right hand held him up off of her body so as to not squish her too much. His mind was racing with the possibilities here, he only hoped she was open to them. Regardless of how the kiss went he pulled back for a moment, "you can wear the shirt... when we finish, you can't deny the mutual attraction here."