[ wow, look who's desperate. but it's true; they barely have any privacy since coming out here, and it's only a matter of time before any of their temporary van-mates walk in to find them going at it. hopefully everyone else is too busy whooping it up over there while they act like horny teenagers at the back of a car late at night.

because it feels just like that, doesn't it? the clumsy, hungry way they kiss each other, the way ishmael's one hand grips at the hair at the back of his head, the way she pushes him back until he hits the door behind him so that she can shove her tongue further into her mouth. she's wanted this for a long time, and now that he's within reach...

well, she's going to break off the kiss to huff out a chuckle against his lips. sorry, she should be horny right about now (and she is!!! she's really wanted him on her for a while) but she's just too happy more than anything. ]

You're really dying to do this, aren't you? [ she gives him a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, then planting a series of tiny kisses along his jaw. her other hand travels further down his side and over his thigh to stroke him between his legs. ] I really thought you were gonna hold back. Since you're a gentleman and all.