Monkling moans heavily into his mouth, shifting just enough to kick off her pants and shorts as quickly as possible, giving full and easy access now. She needs this from him...more than she's ever dared to realize. She needs to cross this line, the final step over the edge...she needs to tip the scale, damn the consequences. This is who they are, who they've always been, and to ignore it would be a crime for certain.<br/><br/>She reaches behind her, hand finding his own pants, clawing almost desperately at them as she attempts to remove them from the awkward position. She finally breaks the kiss just long enough to breathily demand, "I want this Sam...I need this. Please..."