[ whatever the rain's done to her, it's given enough influence to amplify that sense of carelessness already existing within her, the very same where she stops giving thought to what anyone thinks of her and goes about doing exactly what she wants. and right now, she's even willing to go this far, to stripping enough clothing for her to feel those fingers explore more touch, for her own mouth to dip between a pair of nice thighs, for anything to achieve that desirable sense of pleasure she's aching for so badly.

she doesn't want to stop, and even when there's the knock behind them, she's ignoring it in favor of nudging her lips against her jaw, breathless until she meets her gaze.

it's torturous to even consider breaking away but she manages a nod. ] My apartment's a few blocks away. We'd have to brace the rain, maybe even lose a few more clothes. [ she shrugs a shoulders, lips in half a smirk. ] Won't even be my fault.

[ since she's already nudge he shirt up, fingers still stroking over her breast, thumb dancing against a nipple absentmindedly even as she speaks. ]