The two of them had snogged enough times in the past that Grant was comfortable taking things lightly between them. He was sure he was on the right path to figuring out what she liked and what she'd rather have him avoid doing, which was why he was surprised to hear her gasp when his mouth was two licks away from kissing her nipple. Concerned that she'd change her mind and start squirming away from him, he pulled back for a little bit from the kissing. It worked out fine, as he was actually quite out of breath.

His hands slipped down past the waistband of her uniform's skirt, feeling at her thighs through the thick pleats. The tight grip she had on his hair urged him to continue with something bordering on urgency. It sent a shiver down his spine, as if she were literally telling him how much she wanted this for them, and the shiver morphed into a tight feeling in his groin. He brought up one hand to brace himself against the wall so he was basically pinning Gail against the tile, and with that accomplished his other hand closed around the fabric of her skirt and tugged it up until his fingers could finally brush against her leg. He moaned as a small spasm shot through her body and, in response to what he assumed had been a shock of pleasure for her, he nudged his hips against hers, wedging his leg further into the gap she'd created.

Breathing heavily against her cheek, he dragged his hand up farther along her leg, letting his fingers curve over her bum and cup it. He thought he heard her hiccup, and he paused as much as he could; his chest was still heaving. He waited, patiently, one hand still attached to her arse and his hips still pressed up firmly to hers, until her body betrayed her and hiccuped again. A grin, perhaps the biggest he'd worn that entire afternoon, broke out over his face as he gave a loud laugh. He pecked her nose, then looked down to stare into her eyes. "You're adorable."