Ainsley stood from where she'd been reclining on her camp bed with a saucy magazine, and crossed the floor quickly to take Joey's mouth with hers.<br/><br/>He was just too intoxicating. Any moment when they were apart was a moment wasted, surely. She wrapped her arms tightly around his body, feeling down his back to his firm, but still lush bottom. It was so hard to think of Joey as a woman. There was feminity to her body, but it was contrasted by the masculinity of her character. No, to Ainsley, Leslie would always be Joey. Her man.<br/><br/>She pulled back for a moment to consider her boyfriend's face. His sharp jaw, his full lips, his strong brow. She smiled at him and kissed him almost chastely. "Do you want me to blow you?" she asked, cocking her head to grin cheekily at him.<br/><br/>She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the bed, tugging off her white undershirt and chucking that away too. It was always obvious that Joey loved her breasts, and she loved the way he touched them. Pulling away her breast band, Ainsley exposed them in all their glory to Joey's hungry gaze.<br/><br/>"Have at 'em, my bad boy."