The touch of her tongue against his, her hand low but not low enough- Will lifted his hand to rest on her thigh, his kisses slowly growing more urgent as that feeling inside that demanded that he lose himself in someone else grew, the desire to touch a woman who wanted him, and fuck it all, a little bit of jealousy that Alan got to go save Marian and he didn't; envy that most malicious of sins.
He knew he shouldn't, but his dumb drunk animal brain said to do it anyway.