Chuck barely has a moment to catch his breath before she's kissing him again, though it's hard to object to that, his hands still steady on her waist, holding her close. It's not like he hasn't always known that she's beautiful; she doesn't need to have taken her shirt off for that to be the case. There's a difference, though, between seeing her fully clothed and seeing her like this, especially when he's spent so long not thinking about her. Once, he'd thought this would have happened a long time ago; then, he never figured it would at all. As intent as he is on not getting hung up on that, it's not like he can entirely disregard it, either.

With his mouth still on hers, his hands slide just a little higher, fingers splayed out over her ribs, just barely brushing the bottom of the band of her bra. It's admittedly not easy to keep from moving this too much further now — with anyone else he's been with, it would be easier to, rather than waiting for her to set the pace — but in the meantime, it's enough just to touch her, to keep kissing her.