[ He pulls a hand from her hips to fumble blindly in the darkness behind her, eventually finding the wall so he can push her up against it. There's heat and tenderness all mixed together in his movements, making his hands slide with a sensual firmness over her curves on their search in under her clothes. If they can't see shit then the chance of them being caught is next to none — who can see them in this pitch dark? And would they care if anyone did stumble on them, mid-shag? ]