She grunted as she was lifted up. Both of her arms dashing to cling around his neck as he carried her along. Another grunt was followed by a moan as she felt him pressing her firmly against the wall with his chest to her own. She relaxed and let her arms glide back, hands running over his chest as she let the wall support her. She had started a smile before she found him lifting up the sweater. She thought he had come to his senses and decided upon keeping under as much cover as possible, but he changed things quick as a wink.<br/><br/>The shimmering of the knuckle ornament distracted her from the issue she was having. She kissed his lips once before she moved a hand down to his own brass armored hand. She was hesitant to touch it at first, but when she did, she ran her fingers over every edge. Hearing him then ask her if there was something else, she paused. Was she really<em>allowed</em>to ask for more?<br/><br/>She licked and bit her lip, leaning in towards him pressing her forehead to his. She looked from his eyes down to where their hands met. "Would it... be too much to ask... for you to run it over my... chest?" She asked, saying the last word quietest. As, even though it was in no way a vulgar term, she still felt shame in applying it.