As Jim's touch escalated once they were both lying atop her duvet, the copper groaned from the depths of her throat, her fingers flickering from his tightened abdomen and onto his undergarments, easing them down across Gordon's slim hips at last, laying him completely bare before her. Louise's own breath feeling stifled, she laid back, arms above her head, an open invitation for dominance on the part of her partner. She needed this--not only had it been far, FAR too long, but the need for someone to seize her, have her, had been ignored even longer.