Izzy needed this right now. Everything else seemed to melt away, completely obscured by his scent, the way he tasted, the way her skin tingled when he touched her. She didn't bother to quiet her moans as his hands moved over her -well, lack of- curves and she deepened the kiss, her lips working almost desperately against his.
She tugged more insistently at his shirt, letting out a whine of protest when pulling it off of his body forced their lips apart, even if it only lasted a moment, even if her lips fastened just as hungrily back to his the second she'd tossed the annoying fabric away.
"God, Ben, I.." she didn't even know what she was trying to say there and she found it didn't matter nearly as much as plunging herself back into the kiss did.