Yes, this was very much how Izzy wanted to spend her evening. This made things easier. When she focused her thoughts on him, on just kissing him, it made everything seem better. In a lot of ways, Ben was her rock. Sure, they fought quite a lot, but times like this? When he was right here - it felt like everything would actually be okay.
Izzy deepened the kiss and her hands slid under his shirt. He smelled like.. him. That was the only way to describe his scent and Izzy's lips turned up in a smile as she realized her pillows would smell like him tomorrow, even after he'd left. This was exactly why she'd wanted -needed- him to come over and the rest of the day seemed to melt away as she pushed more impatiently at his shirt.