Though the way she was clinging to him made him want to have her permanently move into his dorm room, it was the gentle nature of her touch that calmed him down. His laugh subsided until it was just a contented smile, a smile that froze in place as her hand slid around his side and what had been a soft brushing of fingers became more of an abstract pressure on his back. Since the fires at The Cat's Pyjamas his back had never felt the same. The pain had faded away a long time ago and he hadn't needed to put the potion the healers had given him on it in months, which was a good thing as he no longer had anyone to help him apply it. A strange bit of him had been jealous of the people who had gotten their hands and faces scorched that day; at least they could apply the potion without any outside help.

The memory of his own pathetic self pity was enough to get his brain focused on the here and now again. He let out a long sigh and rested his chin on top of her head, bringing his hands back up to slightly more appropriate places. "Adorable isn't a bad thing, ya know," he told her, tugging a bit of her hair affectionately as he tried to distract himself from where she was touching him. Admittedly, her hiccups had kind of ruined the mood, but Grant was alright with that- a fact that, when he looked back at it, would surprise him. He'd wanted to get in her pants for so long and now that he was right at the threshold it didn't quite matter as much. Holding her was a rather sufficient activity. Of course, he knew that by tomorrow the drive to get her naked and make her sweat would be back full force. It always was.

The moment between them went on for another minute or two before Grant pressed a kiss to her forehead and felt her slide her foot up the back of his calve. He murmured an incoherent noise of appreciation and ducked down to snog her a big more. His palm cupped one of her breasts fully, and he pushed it up against her chest. Maybe the moment wasn't ruined after all.

That was, until there was a quiet, clear "mrrrow".

Grant immediately knew it wasn't Gail. She might have made noises similar to purring, but he had extensive knowledge of her tongue at the moment, and she definitely was not the one making the noise. Again, he stood perfectly still before glancing down at the shabby looking cat that has rubbed against his legs and was now staring at the couple of them as if it knew exactly what they were up to. Mrs. Norris could only mean one thing: get dressed as quickly as physically possible.

"Fuck," Grant spoke into Gail's mouth, letting go of her immediately. He frantically eyeballed the floor for any article of clothing. The closest thing was his shirt, and he made a mad dash for it, scooped it up, and tossed it at Gail. "Fuck, fuck, fuckin' fuck-"