She helps as best she can by lifting her hips up, as he tugs on her pants. They don't get far, not even to her knees, but that apparently doesn't stop Arthur. And she moans in appreciation at his tenacity.

She's wet from anticipation, but tight, and that lets her feel those elegant fingers of his all the more keenly. But it's not nearly enough. She takes her hands off him, turning her head from his kiss. Not because she wants to stop but to push her pants off completely.

"Get these off. I need you. Now." Someone gets demanding after being brought back from the dead or send.