His teeth grazed against her skin again, catching it for another proper mark. Half the fun was in remembering the occurrence after the fact, after all, and what better way than to admire hickeys in the mirror?

He made a noise in the back of his throat that suggested he'd had more than enough shagging on narrow benches for one lifetime, and he'd much rather things stay classy between them. As classy as they could manage, at least.

Her movement got a hitched breath, and another sharp graze of teeth against her collarbone this time before he pulled back to just look at her. "I don't fancy that either. That involves getting dressed again. Round two, we can relocate."