Asami readily reciprocates. Plum-painted lips pucker warmly against his, and she ends the kiss as quickly as she begins a new one. And this time her lips linger, and her arms wrap around his neck to beckon him closer. Heat flares in her cheeks and affection overwhelms her tight chest.

Now that they're quiet, the pattering of rainfall is seemingly louder in their background. Asami smiles against a firm kiss, and she teases his mouth with a brush of her tongue against his bottom lip before she separates.

"Maybe we should close the garage door," she suggests, lips a scant inch away from his, before she eagerly connects them again. Closing the garage door is a good idea if they don't want an audience from passers-by, but Asami is feeling a little playful, as if egging him on to try and multitask.