[She almost fights back when he pushes her against the wall, instinct and suppressed aggression at war with common sense. She channels that energy into their kiss, pushing herself against him, her arms around his neck, pulling hard on his hair, nails digging deep into his neck. She hooks one ankle around his so she can tug his thigh between hers.
He pulls away and she glares murder.]
Make up your mind. [Here, a hotel -- at this point, it doesn't really matter to her. She just wants to get going.]
⊕ Friday!
He pulls away and she glares murder.]
Make up your mind. [Here, a hotel -- at this point, it doesn't really matter to her. She just wants to get going.]