"Good," she murmurs, then kisses him again, using her hands and hips to walk him backward gently until he's pressed up against the wall. This is something she knows, something she's good at and it's distracting in exactly the way she needs it to be. A warm body, a nice smile, skin for her to explore and touch and learn, that's everything she wants this evening.

Still kissing him, her tongue teasing lightly at his lower lip, Lily lets her hands drop long enough to shrug off the jacket she's wearing over her tank top. Then they're back on him again, seeking the warmth, the contact and friction.