Ianthe was not beyond providing further distraction along the drive: his hand's explorations led her to sprawl out in the seat, her legs spread apart for him, and she'd partway unzipped her top to free her high, full breasts from her armor's form-hugging captivity. Near to panting, and thighs a-tremble beneath his touch, she'd been pinching her nipples through her bra, listening to him with eyes closed and a distant, giddy smile curving her lips. When the MT finally pulled to a stop, she didn't bother zipping back up before practically leaping out of the vehicle, and meeting him over at the driver's side to curl her hands into his belt and kiss him fiercely while tugging him toward the structure's entrance.<br/><br/>Her telepathic scan of the area was perfunctory -- the kind of thing she'd do almost automatically when walking into any new area for the first time. She was far more focused on pulling Cat indoors, and then indulging her libido with this far more attractive lover, than she was worried about an ambush.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I want you... so badly,"</span>she whispered hotly to him, then kissed him again, and fumbled with the fastenings of his pants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>