The only non-perfect thing was that Xanthippe had to keep her eyes on where the floor numbers were. Or at least she tried her best to? The occasional glance was probably good enough.

It had to be, because she also had to devote about half the time to looking down at Hyacinthe because the view was just too good to pass up. "Oh my God, you -- you l-look so hot right now." The words were jittery, and tapered off into a moan but hey, surely he'd appreciate the sentiment?

She could feel a coiling in the pit of her stomach, and tension in her legs, building and building.