Kate was panting too, still trying to keep kissing him though it was sloppy. Her hands were clawing erratically at his shoulders and even his upper back now, and her legs were clamped against his sides as mumbled words made their way out of her mouth. Love and affection and lust and his name and --

"Come with me."

Like everything she said at these kinds of times, it was barely an idea before it was words against his mouth. She far beyond rational thought, but on some level she still recognized he was close and she was close too, or maybe closer because she'd barely gotten that out of her mouth when she felt the orgasm starting up, raring to roll through her.