Ginger let everything fall away, wrapping herself entirely in the familiar sense of this moment. His hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth, the silent fight for dominance that always was between them because they were two personalities far too strong to relent or concede to the other.
There was a tug on his lip as she pulled away, a smirk sliding across her lips as she looked up at him, his finger just under the edge of her shirt still. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else." she said, eyebrows arching upwards, that smirk still firmly in place.