Eventually she had to break the kiss, slipping out of her jeans and underwear as they moved onto the bed. Then she helped pull off his pants as well, getting only the necessary clothes out of the way. And then Mary was kissing him again, gentle and slow, without any of her usual ferocity. Her cheek felt scraped from where he'd pushed her against the window and her head was spinning a little from even the small amount of gin she'd had.