Why not? No time like the present, as they say.

She sighed when he breaks away. The hand on his waist found a spot where his shirt had ridden up a little and she considered whether to go lower or not.

In the end, her finger sneaked up the shirt a little to continue drawing her idle circles on the skin of his lower back. There was such a thing as too much, too fast, after all.

"Fujiko wouldn't mind waking up like this everyday."