"You're being self-conscious. Why?" she was convinced in her estimation. And she wanted all boundaries between them gone, gone for good. His insecurities about his aging body confused her tired, lovesick head. He was always comfortable with his physique, so why was he rushing to put his clothes back on?
"Why, someone's analytical early in the morning," he smiled, buttoning up his expensive shirt that smelled of Heaven and sin altogether.
"So, you are self-conscious," she concluded in a humorous triumph. He smiled and reached for the tie he'd laid out on her bed. She was quicker, though, and her curiosity was making her adventurous. She snatched the tie before he could grab it, and tossed on the floor. "Tell me why," she challenged.
"We're going to be late, Elizabeth. Agent Navabi tells me we have quite the lead, and I'd rather-," she kissed his mouth before he could continue justifying his procrastination of the truth and made sure to grab the sides of his beautiful, tired face. Whatever nudging he needed in order to be truthful, she was willing to provide.
"You're perfect." A kiss on the right side of his neck. "And attractive," never one to neglect the left side of his neck, this Elizabeth. "And I want you to stop being stupid and accept that I want you, the way you are now." A conclusion in the form of a firm kiss.
"We can talk about it in the evening," he said, summoning her fragile, naked body in his arms, forcing her to kneel on the bed. "I promise." Always one to reassure.
"Well, that was easier than expected," she marveled and gave his forehead a final kiss before heading to the bathroom.
He felt lighter.
