I. Kissing someone they shouldn’t.
Hands lift her nearly by the waist. The unresolved moments so far coming to a head as he leaned into her. His lips meeting the soft partners, the lovely painted shade he'd come to enjoy.
His legs on either side of her as he somewhat engulfed her form to his, this time there was no open bar, or wide arena... just a few feet of entryway and a locked door.
This kiss didn't break, only deepened, what may have been a distinct series merged into a back and forth, his lips parting to allow her further.
His hands kept wrapped around her waist, fingers going white just at the top of her backside.
There was nothing to stop them here. They were safe, behind closed doors, no time frame, no open arena with the potential of prying eyes, no tavern corner vulnerable to interruption and discovery.
A tingle of excitement rises up her spine as her back curves to press the plushness of her chest against the broadness of his. Arms snake up and around, like before, one hand splaying fingers at the back of his neck, the other spreading over his shoulder blade.
She makes a soft sound against his mouth, unbidden except for her excitement, and that sound is wholly feminine, and entirely meant for behind closed doors.
Her back met the sturdy wall with no remorse, their bodies toppling to press tighter and tighter. It was true that even without the sheer emotion, she had caught his eye since she met in the bar earlier. She was stunning, and likely everyone around them had found his eyes wandering her body.
His hands sank lower, gripping the plush flesh of her cheeks and fully lifting her toes from the ground. His tongue exploring between them through low and lurid breathes and deepening lustful groans as the flood gates closed in logical rational brains.
A heat rising through him that had the whole of his body stiff and warm, blood pumping through every limb and appendage and beating against her chest.
He'd moved to devour her right there, he wouldn't stop without a word, though the twinge of his mind began to get ahead of him...them... away from the door.
She bumps back against the wall, welcoming that hard press of his weight against her, to keep her snug against the stucco. She rises up on her tiptoes as his hands grip at her plusher places, reveling in the feel of his strong hands on her.
Fondness, admiration, warm... feelings had brought her to him initially, but she was still a young woman, not immune to the hard press of a man, and she reacted accordingly. She bends, she leans, she offers herself to him, and then finally opts to use that wall as leverage to pop her legs up and around his waist.
The skirt rises, naturally, hiked up to bunch between them, exposing dusky thigh and the edge of her stockings beneath that otherwise mild skirt that she wore.
She breaks to murmur his name, breathy, near to pleading, almost a question as she pants a soft breath between them.
As her body wrapped around his own, he felt the warmth between her legs, it burdened a low growl of breath from him as their kiss broke for the moment.
Were the lesser in willpower he would have thought further, he would have had what his body wanted.. but he was not.
His head resting next to hers, arms keeping her firmly held against him. Lips grazed her ear as they whispered to each other. Though some primal part of him was steering and his heart seemed to be quite on board. She could escape, he'd never forced anything upon her and wouldn't start now. The implications were clear, even if they had spent every night together in bed for days.
"?????... come to bed with me."