Something about this time is quieter than the others; more tempered, careful. Maybe they're both afraid that the security detail she said she ditched might come back for one last sweep of the place; maybe they're being quiet for another reason--that this thing between them is so tenuous and fragile, a misplaced sound might break it.

Quiet, yeah, but close. She's got her legs around him like a vice and he's almost trying to bring them within the same molecular space, hands on her hips and over her ribs, circling her breasts until there's no inch of her his touch hasn't lingered.