And that was when she truly let go, giving into the call of his body and melting completely against him. She moaned softly, it almost sounding like a purr as her eyes closed and she arched her back at his touch, begging him for more as an arm came up to rest on his shoulders, fingers playing in the hair at the back of his neck. There was a soft 'tink' noise as the knife it the ground, too concerned with him and what she wanted him to do to her to worry about it.
"You're going to have to do more than that to claim what's yours." she whispered, voice thick with desire for him. Now that she had a second free hand she put it to good use, gently working at the fastenings on the trousers he was wearing. She was too far gone to care that they were going to be doing this in an alley, where the whole world could see them if they wanted. "Why do you want them so bad? They smell like me now."