Jonah's door swung open and he backed into the room with his arms locked firmly around Evelyn and his lips pressed tightly against hers. Once they'd escaped the prom, it hadn't taken long for Damage's darker urges to raise to the surface. He lifted her off her feet before he turned to face the inside of the moonlit room. After entering, he set her back down as his leg kicked back behind him, caught the door and slammed it shut. The darker mutant dropped his jacket on the floor, not much caring at the moment where it landed.
"Tell me all that sweet-talking you were doing wasn't just that." He stepped forward, hands outstretched, and his fingers grasped at her hips, curling up to snare her tight-fitting dress away from her skin while his hips pressed forward against hers. He used his grip to pull her tight against him while his head tilted forward and angled in. He wanted a taste of that neck.
Evelyn appreciated a man who knew what he wanted. She also appreciated not having to give directions and sometimes it was nice to have someone else take charge. That didn't mean she was just letting things happen. As his fingers, hands and mouth were busy, she busied her own hands. They quickly undid his belt as she replied. "I do my best to keep my promises." She hoped that he kept to the many promises, both spoken and unspoken, that he had made to her.
Her one hand clutched around his back as she snapped his belt off. She snaked her hand up to the base of his neck for a good hold as she leaned so he could reach her neck. The belt dropped to the floor and she reached her hand back for his pants. "You do mine and I'll do yours." Her nails trailed up his zipper and she was already working on the button without waiting for an answer.