She does feel him, or rather, Sergeant Rock, standing tall against her skin. One hand frees itself from around his neck, and dips down between them.

'I want you in a bed,' she purrs, taking him in hand, gentle but firm. 'I want you on the couch, too. Maybe in the shower. If we had a kitchen, I'd want you on the counter, maybe even the floor. But I want you on a bed first, all right?'

She sounds like she may have a plan. Doesn't Alex always have a plan?