Once her jeans had been removed - which took a little shifting since she was still on her back and he didn't want to move that much - he discarded them over the side of the bed. Then he shifted back slightly. He kissed over her collarbone leisurely. He continued on down over her chest, down her stomach, until he was kneeling at the end of the bed, rather than straddling her. He was still wearing his jeans.
Alec wasn't a terrible sight to see like that. His skin was slightly tanned. He was more lean than slender. On closer inspection, there were some scars visible on his back, white against the off white pallor of his skin. He'd lived a rough life, and it was more noticeable the more clothes he removed, really, but it was easy to forget to see them in a situation like this. His hair was disheveled still. He lowered long, slender fingers to Lenore's thighs, and lowered his mouth to Lenore's hip. He kissed the skin there briefly before sucking a hickey into it.