A topless, ruffle-haired guy in her bed. What more could she want? So he makes sex into a sort of battle for control every time, which he almost always wins; she doesn't stricly mind, and he knows it.

The fumbling makes her giggle, though. 'Well done, babe,' she praises him slightly sarcastically, and then softens her words as she sits up slightly, tips his head up, and kisses him. Brice is so focused on the physical-physical, seriously, making out would be just as nice one day. Mel lies back again, fingers tracing swirls and flowers on his back.