Impulse
She is an impulsive person, a trait she's long reconciled with –even finding that to some extent her impetuosity has aided in her cause.
And now is certainly no exception.
Despite the change of setting, a car interior replacing a row of desks, the surrounding noise that of traffic and not the monotony of a government-funded lecturer. It's an odd wash of déjà vu, leaning forward and tasting the skin of his neck, this time just underneath his jaw. It's the briefest of contacts, a quick caress that startles him and goes unnoticed by McGee.
Alas spontaneous alleviation of tedium.