Jimmy and Anna have reached a consensus, an agreement. They've been worked up all day, and it was time that they unleashed some of their frustrations in the best way possible, through a quick thread of passionate love.
Jimmy pulled Anna's fur skirt off, and put it on his head as if it was a helmet. His feet were grounded, aided by his new boots, so he had all the mobility in the world to show her some proper love.
"Do you like my new hat?" He joked.
"I wouldn't put that on my head," She said, "It's wet."
"Wet with strawberry juices," He took a big whiff, "I don't mind it."
Anna did not answer. The compliment she received was perhaps out of bounds, but it was sweet, it was caring, and not to mention creative. It made her aroused in ways that she could not understand, and she could not believe how great he had gotten at flirting with her.
Anyway, he used her shyness as ammunition, and started teasing her in the ways that mattered.
