Lana was gasping as her back slid up and down the wall; her dress pushed up around her waist and her legs wrapped around Sean's hips. Her moans are coming out stifled and breathy every time he hits that particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. She threads her hands through his hair keeping him firmly in place as he sucked at her neck.
"Faster," she pants stealing one last glance at the clock, "We don't.. Mm, have much time"
Sean was breathing heavily. "That clock's... wrong. God, you feel good. You're already late," he says in between kisses. Lifting his head and looking into her equally aroused eyes, he captures her already swollen lips in another kiss.
In a few minutes the room behind this wall will be full of crazed fans and that fact alone is enough to drive them mad.
The thrill of getting caught has him pressing against her skin harder, damning himself for not removing the dress completely. He hates not having access to her breasts. This wasn't suppose to happen, not here. They had plans to meet later tonight, this was one kiss turned into two turned into ten that were impossible to stop once she had slipped her hand into his pocket and left that scrap of black lace for him hold onto until later. "Sean." She's close, he knows, so he quickens his pace, humps into her harder and as she bites down onto his shoulder.
He's soft inside her but doesn't move his heart is still racing as they trade lazy kisses. Chants of her name can be heard through the wall and she finally pulls away. "I'll still see you tonight?"
"Of course, I still need to return these." He holds up her underwear, grinning.
Lana pulls her dress down past her knees and combs her fingers through her hair before disappearing onto the stage with an all too familiar, "Sorry I'm late."