He took the clue and leaned back just enough so he could pull his shirt off over his head. He didn't immediately go back to kissing her, but instead made quick work of her shirt as well. His hands moved over her skin, admiring it inch by inch. John pressed his torso to hers, his lips eventually making their way to his fiance's neck where he nipped gently. Hips rocking against her, he was finding himself accelerating along that same path that got them into this whole pregnancy mess anyway. He smiled against her mouth as he pressed a kiss there, pulling back just after. Slipping his hands behind her, he unclasped her bra to remove it. Once gone, instead of hands returning to their place, his mouth got creative instead.