Sean wondered if it was possible to slap his own hands, and if so, whether it would make him look absolutely insane if he did so.  He examined Beth's expression carefully as she sat up.  Did she feel rejected?  Was she offended?  How was she taking this?<br/><br/>"Hey," he said.  "C'mere."<br/><br/>Seizing her by the wrist, just after she pulled her shirt back on but before she could do the same with her shoes and socks, he pulled her violently off the table, catching her in his embrace before she had a chance to go sprawling.  He cinched his arms around her waist, covering her mouth with a kiss before she had a chance to object.<br/><br/>Once she had gotten over the shock, he pulled back from the kiss, yet still held her.   "I want to," he said, sincerely.  "I do.  Really.  And I don't think any less of you whatsoever for wanting it, too.   But...let's give it a couple days, okay?  See how things go."<br/><br/>As to her question, he shook his head.  "Don't worry about it.  Even if the others notice, I'm sure they'll understand, given the circumstances."<br/><br/>He gave her a lopsided smile.  Feeling awkward, he decided to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>"Got your shoes? Good.  Here...we...go!"<br/><br/>With that, he leaned down and lifted her off her feet, carrying her up in the air, one arm underneath her knees, the other behind her back.  Nudging the door open with his shoulder, he carried her back to the house that way.