In spite of the way Heather's body was practically begging for her brain to just stop altogether for even a few minutes, to let her just enjoy this for what it was, she could already feel pangs of extreme guilt that she was all too familiar with. It was like an old, unwanted friend coming back to visit, and there was no getting rid of it. She could tell herself that she was doing this because she had to -- even if right now, she really was -- but in the end, she'd been the one to ultimately crumble.
She felt the upward tug of his lips as they pressed against her throat, knowing he was grinning because he'd gotten his way. Next came the feel of his fingers slipping down between the material of her pants and her skin, and her hips automatically shifted in order to help him lower the waist. Arms moving around his body, she curled her fingers into his back, returning his kiss with a fervor. Best to get it over with, and the worst part was, it wouldn't be entirely terrible.