She caught it, grinned at him, and though she didn't quite answer with words, she knew he got the gist of it when she pulled on his collar and feasted, not on food, but on the taste of his lips. It seemed, these days, that she didn't get enough of this. She felt strangely greedy for the physical closeness between them. Before, whatever he'd given her had always been enough. What had changed?
She kissed him again, making a mental note to chase down the answer to that question sometime soon. But not tonight. Not right now. She took him by the hand again and led him out of the apartment, down the hall, and to the fire escape. The fire escape, she discovered, was particularly delightful. She opened the window, ducked under the sill, stood on the ledge, and grabbed the metal ladder.
The climb up to the roof was straight and easy. They could have taken the access stairwell inside the building, but Leeloo hadn't found it herself, and didn't know about it. She knew about the fire escape. And the grin she threw over her shoulder said enough about what she thought about it, too.
The roof had been tended by someone, clearly. There were planters full of shrubs and flowers lining certain walls, and a few plastic lounge chairs and umbrellas were situated in the center of the roof itself. Leeloo herself had brought up some blankets from the apartment, which were spread out in a corner by the plants. She liked it up here very much, especially for viewing the stars. The stars always fascinated her.