Lyra made a surprised, pleased sound as he turned her head and kissed her, her blood rushing hotter through her body as her hands slid up his arms. He tasted so strongly of beer, but party kisses just tasted like that, and when his tongue slid against hers she could feel it sending messages down through other parts of her body. Listening to her body, which was way louder than her mind, she moaned softly, and rolled her hips against him, kissing him back.
Her hands slid down his chest, pushing the vest open as they made out. It was (her mind managed to remind her) something about making it look good, if the door flew open. Something about how it'd look so realistic if they were both pulling on and doing up their clothes afterward. But also, champagne-punch-tequila-Lyra was keen to get her hands on as much bare skin as possible, even if the footsteps were receding, heading off toward the huge balcony, away from the room.