There was a moment as Silus pulled his shirt off that self consciousness threatened to overtake him, manifesting itself as the slightest of hesitations before being overridden by the healthy dosage of liquid courage he had been consuming throughout the night. If Bette noticed or cared, however, she gave no indication, as she wasted little time planting her lips on his chest. He leaned back a little and closed his eyes, letting a quiet grunt of satisfaction slip. He laid there for a few moments, just enjoying what she was doing. He wasn't so drunk that his head was completely spinning, but he was far enough along that his sense of touch was somewhat muted, filtering out anything minor like the touch of the bedsheets against his skin or a the pillows under his head. With all that washed away, it only highlighted and enhanced what Bette was doing to him.

"Hey, come here..."

As she looked up toward him he reached down and guided her back face to face with him. He took a few moments to get lost in her eyes before pulling her down and kissing her again.