When the kiss ended, Elle looked up hopefully at him waiting to see how he would react. After a second's hesitation, Kay leaned down and drew her to him, bringing his lips down onto hers. Elle snuggled closer to him, twining her arms around his body and running her fingers through his hair.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Kay murmured as he broke off the kiss for a moment. He didn't let her go though, holding her close and gently stroking her hair.
"Why not?" Elle whispered as she rested her head against his bare chest for a moment before softly kissing him again.
"You're sick. You should be resting," Kay said as he responded to the kiss, gently deeping it a bit.
"I'm feeling better," Elle whispered as she reached out and touched his face, holding him close to her.
"Slick's in the other room," he reminded her, gently pressing kisses down her neck as he talked. "What if he comes in? Don't want to give him a heart attack or something."
"He's young. He'll survive," Elle murmered as she rolled her head back in response to the kisses.
Just then Kay realized something. "Elle, we aren't exactly prepared for this," he murmured just as the bedroom door came open and Jay came in.
"I have breakfast," he said just as he caught sight of them and nearly ended up dropping the dishes. He quickly deposited the food on the bedside table and raced for the door, calling just before he went out, "Zed's on the communicator too. Wanted to know if Elle's okay! I'll just tell him that she's much better and in very good hands!"