This was how you properly checked over someone for injuries: by eventually getting so riled up in the process that you gave them new, sex-related injuries, obviously.

Annie let out a moan - not especially quiet, this time - at the bite, her rhythm faltering just slightly before she picked it back up, a touch faster. One of these days, they were going to, like, slowly and adorably make love in a bed with candles lit and music playing, or something, but honestly Annie was kind of starting to think that whole scene was a little overrated when there were options like this available.