She broke their kiss only one last time, to swiftly state "Alice...Just call me Alice." in soft-spoken whisper.  The "Ms." in front of her name felt almost too formal, when his hand was at the back of her dress, slowly drawing her zipper down.  She tried to arch her back to give him further access, but it was difficult at the angle they were at.  As his lips began to travel from her mouth to her jaw, Alice allowed herself to lean back and enjoy the sensations of his hands and his lips on her body.  This was not her first time, but it had been a while.  Her last steady boyfriend was the one she had in college, and despite the impulsivity of this moment, she was not really one for one-night stands.  As his hand moved up her thigh, it sent shivers down her spine.<br/><br/>This felt different from the times in her past, but no less right.  She could not be sure if it was the energy inside her urging her on or some magical pull he had, but she wanted it. If there were voices in the back of her head urging her to take things slow, she did not hear them.  They were drowned out by more physical sensations.<br/><br/>In the end, she did move from beneath him, but it was a slow movement and only to continue to spark the fire they had already stoked.  She stood and her hands went to the lowered zipper, in order to finish it's decent.  When she finally opened it completely, it was as if the garment knew it had accomplished its task and it slipped from her form into a puddle on the floor, leaving her suddenly exposed to him.  Reflexively, Alice raised her hands to cover her bare breasts, and though they remained in front of her body as she looked back to Emlyn, she was still very much on display.  The dark-colored lace panties she wore were the only thing that remained on her form, but they did not leave much to the imagination.  She was both a bit embarrassed and grateful to Azure for crafting such attractive clothing.<br/><br/>After a moment, her arms folded more comfortably in front of her chest and some of the hesitation she felt fell away.  She thought she should perhaps try and put words to her emotions, but none came immediately to her mind.  Instead, she simply moved closer and again pressed her lips to Emlyn's, letting her actions speak for her.