Of course it didn't. Neither did Kanan's. Really. Except for how he was rocking back up against her as she moved against him, one might almost get the impression that he was--

Okay, no, he was very much of a mind to get rid of the clothes between them as quickly as possible, here. Because, funny enough, shameless grinding for the sake of motivation was actually one hell of an effective motivator. The kind that had him tugging at her pants, his kisses and licks and nibbles growing decidedly more urgent. Hungry.

The fabric against fabric thing was great. But less was more, right?