His hands burned a trail over her skin, even through the layers of fabric between them, and she couldn't stop herself from rubbing down against him in a motion that was far more forward than the blonde would have thought herself capable of this early on. But maybe she was tired of being the good girl, of taking things so slow, of denying herself when all she really wanted--all she'd ever wanted--was to connect with someone.
And she had connected with Theo. Even before the explosion, she had some memories of having a friendly enough acquaintance with him. But after? With him being the first person she saw and them both having lost something, they'd seemed to bond beyond that friendly acquaintance, and now she just wanted.
When his hands squeezed her arse, she moaned into the kiss, her hands falling away from him so she could lift her oversized sweater up, only breaking the kiss long enough to get it over her head and toss it away. Her bra was a pretty blue, like the sky on a clear summer day, with just a bit of lace on the bottom halves of the cups, and her knickers matched, something she didn't do regularly but had put on earlier that day after making plans with him. Just in case.