"Good to know," she purrs, her eyes dancing with wicked good humor. The swat on her rear doesn't get an immediate response; her arm's still around his waist.

But as he starts to draw away, she reaches up with her free hand, grabs the open collar of his shirt, and pulls his head down to hers for a rather longer kiss.

When that one breaks, she grins up at him and says "Three hours," and slides away.