Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her, his mouth moving along her still one for some time before she tentatively kissed back, slowly sliding her tongue along his when he opened up to her. One hand wove into her hair, entangling itself within the mass of her curls and knots, as the other slid up and down her body, familiarizing himself with the textures and feeling of her beneath him. Her skin was warm, pleasantly warm. A beacon of heat in the damp and sterile room and he pressed into her greedily, his hands frantically pulling her skirt down as her own fingers tugged at the front of his slacks, moaning with a need that made his head dizzy, cloudy and full.