Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, Lydia hums a little with contentment at the sensation of his lips on her neck and collarbone. Her eyes close in a slow blink when she both hears and feels him pulling down the zipper for her own jumpsuit. Words cannot describe how much she enjoys having a legitimate reason to take the damn thing off.

Lydia shrugs her shoulders a little to let the jumpsuit fall off them, sliding down her arms as he both returns her kiss and works her zipper. She deepens the kiss a little, leaning into him when she feels the jumpsuit drop to the floor. Her arms circle around his neck and she breaks the kiss, trying to soften the blow of its absence with a couple of chaste ones in its wake.

"Water's going to get cold if we stand out here doing this," she points out, but doesn't actually make an effort to move, yet.