Called it. He so called it. Like a moth to a flame, or a Kenzi to a Rumlow. Whatever. Doesn't matter, she's in his lap, kissing him and his hands are at her waist, pushing under her shirt. This is why he thinks there has to be more -- this feels too normal, to right for this to just be some fling or whatever. It's more than just physical. He likes her. Really.

"Mm, might as well. Don't need more of an audience than we already have..."

At that, Rumlow stands, arms around Kenzi to keep her right where he wants her. He gathers her up and holds her close, giving her another kiss before he promptly carries her towards the bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he advances towards the bed and plops her down on it -- for only a moment before he's pouncing on her and grinning like a wolf. She had given in, and now, Rumlow's about to give her that reward.