Tanis was utterly refreshing, unlike anything Sinead had kept as part of her adult life. It made her too easy to indulge in, dangerously familiar in her stubbornness. It brought Sinead back to her youth, having spend countless nights in kitchenettes like this in an attempt to find a moment alone in a city that never seemed to allow her any room to breathe.<br/>It was a difficult line to stay on; thrilled at what Tanis had given her, but desperately wanting more. In that moment, Sinead was sick and tired of pretending she was above any of this, that everything about this didn't have her bursting at the seams.<br/>Inevitably, Sinead's hand slipped from Tanis' neck. The weight of Tanis' hands against her hips was dizzying, wanting Tanis far closer than that stance would ever allow. There was a practiced ease in the way Sinead's arms wrapped around Tanis, only barely leaning out of the kiss in order to create enough distance maneuver in the embrace.<br/>One arm wrapped tightly around Tanis' waist, the other hand steady at her ribs. In one decisive motion, Sinead held Tanis' closer, pulling her onto the balls of her feet before meeting the kiss with new intensity.