The raw, demanding need had faded almost as soon as their lips touched the first time, but it had been replaced almost immediately by something slower but no less heated. More satisfied by soft touches, hands exploring unfamiliar but sweet curves. The same moans and gasps, though, when hands found sensitive places to tease.

When clothes started to feel like the worst mistake on record, though, Lara pulled back slightly. Enough to break their current liplock, but still pressed against Kitty otherwise. If nothing else, stripping each other at the Night Club's bar, out in the open, was probably a bad idea. Unless they agreed it wasn't. "Kitty."