Even in the dim lighting of the cab, with the flashing of streetlights popping into view for only quick flashes, there was no hiding the tent that Corey was pitching. Avery’s hand traced up and down the length of his thigh over his jeans, tilting her head for him when he leaned in to whisper against her ear. She laughed at his comment, then nodded in apparent agreement.<br/><br/>“Maybe we can think of it like foreplay.” She suggested with a quick quirk of her brow.<br/><br/>Thankfully, before too long, the Taxi finished its trip of weaving through traffic and turning down side streets, completing the trek to Corey’s flat. Once they parked, Corey was first to get out, pushing the back door open before leaning down and extending a hand to help her out. She flicked her hand and took care of the fee with magic. Not that she paid for it. Rather, she made the meter read 0 instead of however many miles they had accumulated during the drive.<br/><br/>Following Corey inside the building and to the second floor, she kept her hand in his as he led her to his flat and pushed the door open. Without so much as a second glance inside the place, Avery let go of Corey’s hand and took the liberty of closing his door for him. She tugged him against her, effectively pinning herself - with his body weight pressed into her - against the door.<br/><br/>“This is exactly what I needed, Corey.” She whispered, her hands deftly starting to pull and tug at the buttons of his shirt as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his hungrily.