Is he sure he can remember to do that? She's being awfully distracting.

Well, not consistently. But often enough not to get uncomfortable. She does successfully distract him from keeping his hands from wandering.

After a while he pulls back long enough to say,"Oh, wow. I don't think we should stay here, at this rate I'll end up scandalizing the coffee shop."

"D'you remember where my dorm was or do I need to play navigator again?"

"I remember it." He stands up and heads for the door.

Out of the coffeeshop they go, presumably to the relief of the other patrons.

Back into a semi-hidden area and up in the air they go. A lot faster than before. He miiight be a bit excited and impatient, here. And then, look, a dorm building. "Which door?"

"I have a window that's openable from the outside--that one there," she points.

He flies to the window and looks inside, snickering. "It's a bit of a thrill, sneaking around, being naughty."

She giggles. "Well, if you were really trying to sneak, you might have picked someone with less of a reputation than I have, but I appreciate the sentiment."

He opens the window and flies in. Doesn't even have to touch it to do so. "That brings me to an imminently relevant question... Will you believe me when I say daeva can't have children and don't get sick?"

"...Well the can't have children part is minorly irrelevant since I'm on the pill, but...trust but verify, I think."

He looks minorly annoyed, but, "Eh, reasonable I suppose." Back to kissing?

Back to kissing!

She's really good at this. And he can let his hands wander, now that they're not in public anymore. (The window closes behind them.)

Yes, he absolutely can. And kisses can shift location a bit. Does he have any particularly sensitive spots on his jaw?

Yes, a little dimple like thing off to either side. He gives a little gasp and his wings flutter reflexively a little bit when she finds it. One if his hands goes under her shirt in response. He attempts to return the favor... Not very well, too much kissing.

...There is another sign of excitement showing up, a little lower.

Of course there is.

She pauses for a moment to yank off her turtleneck, and then sees how much more precise she can get with those dimples.

Not all that precise, it's more of a general area. Though, if her hands brush his wings she'll find that they have much the same effect, at least in this context. And the short break let him recover enough brain to start trying to find places that Daphne particularly likes to be kissed.

Right under the left collarbone is a particular hit!

Well he'll have to make sure to return there once in a while between trying to find more.

Why is he still wearing a coat? He stops wearing the coat.

"Your wings aren't as fragile as a real butterfly's, right?"

"No, don't stab them or anything but touching is fine." Speaking of touching, he's long done keeping his hands in innocuous places. One has been sliding up Daphne's right thigh for a while now, for example.

In that case, there should be fewer pants in this equation.

Oh, really? The prospect of more bare skin is extremely distracting. The goal of not thinking about science is well and truly accomplished.

So he revisits just under the left collarbone, liiiingering there with a slight pressure, and decides they should be symmetrically pantsless.

Well, it's certainly arguable that biology is going on, but since thinking isn't, that's fine.