No reason to decide right now. Fuck overlaps. Rules were meant to be broken, weren't they? Even if they were rules she'd made for herself.
She let him pull her shirt over her head, then gripped at his back as he kissed her. His approach to this part of his life seemed to mirror the fierceness that he poured into his flying, and Lisa pressed her body to his, no longer caring if she seemed too interested or not. This wasn't about ego or verbal sparring or anything other than the feel of his muscles under her hands.
Sliding one hand up his chest, she pressed gently and stepped forward until his back was against a door she assumed led into the bathroom. It was hard to remember she'd been cold only moments before with the warmth of his body so close. His lips only intensified that heat, and she parted her lips hungrily. Lisa's hands drifted to the button of his jeans.
Getting out of clothes seemed like the best plan she'd heard in a long time.