She felt his hand shift from her body, feeling him shift slightly as he reached into a pocket and then heard a slight scrape as he left money for their drinks beneath one of their empty glasses. Loathe to leave his arms but impatient to get to a more private setting, she shifted off of him to let him out of the booth and followed him blissfully into the street. He tugged her into a side alley and then his lips were crushed to hers again, his entire lean body pressing against her, hard against soft and then the world was spinning. She barely had even noticed the tug of apparition and then he was pressing her down and back. Falling onto what she belatedly recognised as his bed, she reached her arms out for him and nearly sobbed with joy when he was on her in an instant, kissing, caressing, devouring. 