"Jesus fucking Christ Barton get off of me" Voice had dropped to a growl, bending a leg to plant a foot on his chest, pushing him off softly until she could sit up, dragging arms out of the upper part of her suit. "A lot of wriggling and pulling. A cold shower helps." Finally dragging her other arm lose, peeling it away from her sides and down to her hips.

She moved quickly onto her front, crawling closer, closing the short gap. Lips catching his, hands skimming down his chest, over his stomach and fighting with his belt, pulling it lose with a crack that almost echoed around the room. She was back to rolling the suit down her legs carefully, conscious that it was a bitch to turn the right way, hence the rolling. Finally she managed to tug it lose, dropping ti carelessly onto the floor beside the cot, sitting up to stare at him. "Well? We're not going to get very far with your pants on Barton" The desperate pace suited her, thinking back she never expected a slow encounter if one ever came along, then again every time she'd thought about them together it had always been hot, desperate and fast. Now she was regretting the casual choice of underwear, then again even managing to fit any type of underwear under that suit deserved an award.