As much as Grace expects it, it still comes as something of a relief, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. She bites her lip, but it does nothing to keep her from moaning, fingers in his hair as she kisses him again. Distantly, she remembers why she initially sought to distract him. It's working on her, anyway; she hopes it's enough for him. "Jerry," she breathes out, voice catching. Sometimes it feels like his name is easier to remember than her own at times like this. "Oh, God."