If Jono was currently capable of coherent thought, he'd be wondering a number of things. Was it the kilt that led to this? His body, restored and whole? Or was it inevitable, Newton's third law of superhero hookups; the equal and opposite reaction to Paige and Warren?
He'd wonder all that, if he weren't so distracted by Mira's tongue in his mouth and her hands in his pants.
"What brought this on, luv?" he managed to gasp out, flashing back to their shared history as failed X-Men while she unzipped his fly. "You never showed any interest before."
"Before, you were in my head," she murmured, wrapping her legs around him. "That's not where I want you."