Him leaning on her is fine as long as she has the counter for support. Now that his hands are handling the stupidly difficult task of getting her pants down, she grips his waist and tugs him closer. "Hurry up."

Her body is willing, but goddamn the tequila is hitting her like a ton of bricks and she's trying very, very hard to stay focused on him. Maybe laying down for a bit would be the better option, though she's not willing to admit defeat just yet.