Olive's lips seemed to have the slightest tingle of salt, even if it was just the ocean in the air. Victor's tongue darted out to experience it a little more.

He felt her hands on his back and was damn certain he was about to melt. It was sillyb-- it wasn't like she'd never seen him with his shirt off -- but being in their own room made the whole thing seem extra intense. He squirmed and shifted, trying to just get the shirt off.

"This okay?" he asked. "It seems more -- fair."

[OOC: Night!]