I think between the gender confusion, the dithering I did about making a move on you in the first place, and the weeks between last time and now, I've about had my fill of frustration.

[ But he says it warmly, jokingly - there's something almost wonderful about it, really. How badly they tried to trip themselves up, and the fact that they got here regardless. He celebrates by leaning her back and ducking his head so that he can press his mouth to one of her breasts, bringing her nipple to a peak with his tongue and barely lifting his face again to speak. ]

But one day in the very near future, I think I'd like you to come over and frustrate me until I'm begging for it.

[ And as if he means to show that he can earn such a prize, he drags his teeth over her nipple before he fixes his mouth there, looping little circles with his tongue as he sucks. ]