It had been a long time since they had touched each other this way, and Cynthia was feeling it now. Her skin prickled as his lips trailed her neck. Her fingers tightening encouragingly in his hair. Yes, he was being given permission, the green light, whatever that phrase was, it slipped from her mind. She sighed, her eyes closing and then flittering open as he came to her for kisses. He tasted like bacon. Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it. He pecked her one last time and she groaned in protest as he pulled back to move the tray. She reached touch for him, pulling him to her with an impish grin when he was done.  "Bacon is worth a hell of a lot more than a kiss."<br/><br/>She pulled off his shirt, tossing it haphazardly off to the side. She ran her hands up his stomach, feeling him, grounding herself to him. She had been so absorbed in her own head lately, it was like rediscovering him all over again. "I think, bacon, eggs,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>lightbulb changing calls for something more..." She shoved him onto his back, her impish smile growing to her eyes. "Intensive."<br/><br/>She undressed him fully, taking her time to work across his body. She pulled off her tee-shirt, giving him a view to appreciate as she worked. Thank God  they didn't have neighbors. She trailed light kisses trailed from the hollow of his neck, to the crock of his elbow; from his abs to his inner thigh, appreciating every inch of this man that had been taking care of her. Now it was her turn. She licked her lips and took him full in her mouth, working him, giving him a lot more than a simple kiss. Her unused hand trailed up his stomach, reaching to thread her fingers into his own.