"Mm," he agrees, kissing her jaw as his attention shifts to her pants, and specifically toward getting them off of her. There's a lot of elastic in the waistband, which he supposes makes sense, but also a fly - probably so everybody involved retains a little dignity. Undoing it blind is slightly harder than he expects, and as he's fumbling, he comes up with a way to make this easier and maybe (maybe?) sexier.

A little peck to the corner of her mouth, and he pulls away, getting down on his knees before her. Before he gets too far, eyes on her face, he pulls his shirt over his head. Only then does he turn his attention to her slacks, flipping the buttons through their holes and tugging at the zipper. "I missed you, too."

You wouldn't believe how much. But the worst and best thing about it is that she would.