Gingerly, he reached up to bring her hands away from her chest and drew them up around his neck, letting her bra fall to the floor in the process. He wiggled as it got caught between their bodies, quickly scooting it out of the way with one foot as soon as it had hit his trainers. The feel of her skin on his made him ache, and he abandoned her hands at the back of his neck, for the moment forgetting about his scars, so he could cup both of her breasts in his hands. Another moan sounded from him as if he were massaging himself, not her, and he pressed himself against her harder, pushing her back against the wall. He kissed her neck, leaving a wet slightly slobbering path as his mouth changed direction, from teasing under her ear and inhaling the smell of her hair to kissing the soft skin right above where her chest began to swell out. His fingers slid down her sides until they rested on her hips above the waistband of her skirt, where he was momentarily surprised to feel fabric. Slowly, experimentally (because he wasn't sure when she was going to say something but he was certain she would) he nudged one of his legs between hers. He didn't hear the noises from the locker room anymore; then again his breathing was so loud he doubted he could hear much of anything.



