... And just like that, he'd won the award for Sexiest Producing of Condom (from out of thin air or otherwise). Though to be fair, she was far more used to fielding immediately disqualifying entries such as the perennial 'but do we really need one?'

Still, it was hot, and her rough little laugh attested to that as she took the condom from him. She tore the wrapper carefully, then tossed it aside (hoping to remember to pick it up later or she was going to get yelled at by her roommates) so she could reach for him again.

And because he'd earned it, she gave him another few quick strokes before actually rolling the condom on him. But then she did, and once she had? Well, she wasn't interested in waiting around, so she was already shifting to line their hips up.