"That's true," she replies, not noticing the silenced, quickened Time Stop, as she follows him, as he leans back, her hands moving to his shoulders, hooking one leg around his, pressing her weight on him to settle him even further back onto the cushion, her breasts brushing against his chest. "However, you have to know what's coming. You have to know there's not that much time<em>left</em>for things like waiting," she says, pressing herself closer again, and again, letting him take the kiss, not forcing it. Yet.