She waits, leaning against the fabric covered wall of the theater hallway. She can hear his footsteps to her left. She's ready to go home, her conscience blantantly screaming at her "Too fast, too fast, slow down". As he rounds the corner, she knows she should start toward the door. One step, two steps, warm, calloused fingers wrap around her wrist and she's spun around into him, his chest like a wall in front of her. Her heartbeat quickens, her cheeks flush scarlet. He pushes her against the wall and her conscience, which now sounds suspiciously like her mother, tells her "You'll regret this". Her body disagrees. His lips crash against hers and her conscience is silenced, her mind clouded by the onslaught of feelings. His kiss is rough, his hands roam her body. She sighs, giving in to the multi-colored light show behind her eyes. She can feel his stubble against her face, a tickling sensation spreads through to her fingertips. Her hands find their way to his chest, his shoulder, his hair. She gives in. She hasn't felt so ...wanted...in such a long time. She lets go of her thoughts and her disagreements and just goes with the flow. He takes hold of her knee, hitches her leg around his waist, steps closer. She's lost. His lips find her neck, her head falls to his shoulder and he assaults her neck with kisses and nips of his teeth. She stifles a moan against his shoudler and he grinds into her, and she's pushing back against him, the torrent of physical feeling ripping through her. One hand find her breast and she arches into him further, bright colors bursting behind her closed eyes at the sensations. An explosion and teh screams from the movie still playing in the theater behind her break her dazed state, the lust induced fog in her head clearing quickly. She's becomes all too aware of her whereabouts, what's happening, who she's with. She lowers her leg from around his waist, brings his lips back to her own. She's doesn't want to push him away. She almost loses herself again, her eyes sliding closed. She hears ehr conscience again..."What are you doing?". Pulling away from him, she doesn't meet his eyes. She steps toward the exit, asking herself "What the fuck was that?". It wasn't like her. It wasn't like her to get hot and heavy in a public place, with a man she met only a few days before. She realizes she's not who she used to be. She isn't quite sure who she is...