[During the kiss she slowly pulls the zipper down, careful to keep it quiet before pulling back. There's nothing more obvious than the sound of a zipper to give them away. With a glance to the thin screen between them and their oblivious company, she slowly she eases herself down between his legs, pushing his knees farther apart to make room. It's a bit of an awkward fit, her chest pressing against his thighs as she looks up.
Playfully she mouths more words, this time an amused 'we're going to hell' before dipping her fingers into his pants. Hell sounds warm and cozy, she doesn't mind.]