Communism was tempted to use a bit of his power to keep that intensity going but he didn't really have it to spare. And he definitely wasn't about to waste it on something as unnecessary as sex. Power should be used to destroy malls and take out huge conglomerates, not to make an impromptu tryst a bit more interesting.
She settled against him and he pushed her down against his hips as he continued to kiss her, his hands sliding up under her shirt at the back to run over smooth warm flesh. The kiss ended and they were speaking to each other again, Communism extremely unused to this. He eyed the homeless man working his way in their direction through the garbage cans. "As much as I'm all for helping the homeless..." He trailed off, eyes turning back to her and sweeping over her body.
Then he made an inner decision. "I think we should take this to a more private location." Gently, he shifted her off his lap and gathered the newspapers to put in the recycling later. He stood, towering over her and extended a hand for her to take. "My apartment is near by." He remarked but instantly regretted it. Communism's apartment was a museum of old Soviet memorabilia and well... he didn't want her to think that he was that nostalgic for the old days.