He could feel her hands on his belt as his hands cupped her face.
"I can't believe you're letting me have elevator sex with you," he said, unable to keep the smirk of his face as his fingers slid through her hair.
"I can't believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay underneath the camera. I do not need Jenna or Frank finding out about this."
"Don't worry Lemon, I'll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-"
"Less talking, more sexing, idiot." she replied distractedly as the finally the buckle undid.
Her fingers went straight the button of his trousers, struggling to slot it though the hole.
He laughed, something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her face towards his. His tongue plunged into her mouth and her hands dropped away from his pants.
"I can't believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay under the camera."
"I'll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-"
"Less talking, more sexing, idiot." She replied distractedly as the buckle finally undid.
Her fingers went straight to the button, having trouble pushing it through the hole.
He laughed something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her against him. He tilted her face up, and his lips met hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she moaned. The button finally gave way and she reached up, pushing at his jacket. He struggled his way out of it as he spun them on the spot, carefully keeping them under the camera.
His hands slid down her body. They smoothed across her back, before grabbing at her skirt covered ass, pulling at the fabric.
He hoisted her and their mouths broke apart, the carriage filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.
The skirt rolled up, and he kept pushing until it bunched around her hips. Clasping one of her thighs, he wedged her between him and the wall, his free hand searching out the dampness between her legs. His fingers brushed across her damp panties, pressing lightly across her sex and she moaned.
He pulled his hand away, reaching for his zipper.
"Shit."
"What?" she asked distractedly.
"My zipper. Hang on..."
He let go of her fully, stepping back, both hands reaching for his zipper.
He yanked at the metal but it wouldn't move.
"Jack?" she said, shifting uncomfortably, her skirt slipping down her thighs a little.
"Hang on... Hang on" he replied, pulling more forcefully before "FUCK!"
"... It's broken?" she asked, running a hand through her hair.
"Yes." He growled, continuing to pull at it.
"Well," she announced after a few seconds of thought, "that sucks."