This could go only one way, and Maltese didn't mind at all. The deep kiss went from sweet and lingering to hungry and passionate, and then the Captain simply picked Tegan up in his arms, draping one of her arms around his neck while one of his arms went under her back and the other under her thighs. A fireman might not approve, but in his state she weighed nothing. He grinned to her, laughter like flames in his eyes. "I believe you haven't had time to show me the rest of the cottage yet, and now might be a good time. Shall we see what is... upstairs?"<br/><br/>He took the time to navigate them, both laughing, toward the champagne bottle in order to pick it up. They didn't bother with glasses. Still grinning, he walked up the stairs and into the upper hallways. Aiming for a less than random door with a cunning eye, he managed to open it and enter her bedroom. It was a very nice room, but he wasn't really in the mood for admiring the rustic design. The Captain resolutely placed Tegan on the sheets of the double bed, leaned down and took both of her hands in his. Then he lay down on her, still in his immaculate suit as his chest pressed down on her and his lips sought out her for one more kiss, one more delightful sharing of warm breath. There was only time for just a few words. "Tegan... get me out of this suit!" And laughter.<br/>