He was prepared to accept her rejection outright, or at least a soft, confused denial, but when she kissed him he found himself smiling against her mouth. Matt reciprocated readily when she pressed harder, tilting his head against hers as she moved to be closer to him. He could feel the heat of her naked body near his own, her breast brushing his chest as she hugged him, and he lifted his arms to pull her close and fill that gap.<br/><br/>A grin flicked across his face as she smiled and agreed. "Oh, you're going to be a lot more fun now that we've added fucking to our list of acceptable activities, aren't you?" he teased, and stole one more kiss before he stood up and pulled her with him. His body didn't look terrifically muscular, but anyone could tell you that a cat is almost always stronger than it looks, and he slung her up and over his shoulder with ease, as if she were a sack of potatoes. He hummed as he carried her to the bathroom, though once he got inside he was careful to set her sitting down on the edge of the sink. He stole one more kiss before he broke away to figure out her shower, which was just barely big enough for both of them.<br/><br/>"Lovely," he said as he got the water going, twisting away from the cold spray before it warmed. Once it had, though, he stepped through, dousing himself from head to foot, allowing it to cover his skin. Then he stepped into full few, naked and shiny wet, and waggled his eyebrows at her. "Come on in, the water's fine."