Something Good - S40:E26

A little black dress and horniness almost light enough to power a city grid help Emily Mayers get her man alone on New Year's Eve. What follows is frantic, barefoot, and absolutely hilarious if you happen to be anyone but them. She tugs the dress off herself before the bedroom door even closes, then drops to her knees without ceremony because pants are apparently an enemy that needs conquering, now. His belt hits the floor with the dull metal clink of surrender. Emily pauses, looks up with a grin that says "remember this when you're old," and promptly shows him exactly how many times a person can swear without taking a breath. They fuck like the stroke of midnight owes them money. At one point she yanks the throw blanket off the bed, laughs at nothing in particular, then slides back into his lap like the room is spinning and he'd better not let her fall. His fingers leave dimples in her hips. Her thighs shake each time he slams up into her hard enough to jostle the lamp. Sometime around the third orgasm she remembers she meant to wish him happy new year and ends up groaning it against his throat, half-giggle, half-wrecked moan. Somewhere under the bed her heels lie abandoned. The party downstairs keeps roaring; they keep detonating, blissfully unaware that the sheets will never recover.