If Jerry had any thoughts left of trying to get to the bedroom after all, they're gone as quickly as that. It's not as if he could really need any more encouragement, and besides, they can still make it to the bedroom after. Kissing her hard, he shifts where he stands, then lets go with one hand to help her tug his pants down, kicking them aside as soon as he's able. He can worry about where they've wound up later. "Fuck," he says, gasping against her mouth, "oh, fuck, Grace." There's not much more coherency he can manage than that, feverish and hazy with desire, wanting her desperately.