He continued to move against her, his hands gliding over her torso. He was not grabbing, massaging or holding, but letting his fingers drift and leave a spider webbed touch in his wake. He bit the base of her spine, now that she was awake there was a hair more force, more than he had used during the session that had worn them out. He moved from the bed, not bothering to dress and held out his hand.<br/><em><br/>Come on, we need to hurry.</em><br/><br/>He waited for her to grip his hand, feeling the strength and force in her touch. It only made him feel more alive as he led her down the stairs to the main floor and to the door. Craig didn't hesitate, throwing the locks and opening the door. He spoke before exiting.<br/><em><br/>Let them know they are safe, we will be right back.</em><br/><br/>He was talking about Freddie and Enach and roll of heavy thunder followed by strikes of lightning seemed to argue against his point. Craig waited a moment and then went out into the hall, bare assed and unconcerned he led Peg to a door at the end of the hallway, all of 15 feet away. He moved as if he had done this a hundred times before, which he had. He had been caught once, the nice lady across the hall. They had stood there for a moment before he said good day and headed to the roof, she smiled and went back into her apartment. It had worked out well for both all things being equal.<br/><br/>Craig led Peg up the wooden stairs, the only sound in the straight stairwell being their hurried feet on the wood floor. Like the hill of a roller coaster, the excitement began to build on the ascent. Craig's pulse quickened and his scent changed. Arousal, excitement, a a musk was produced that slipped do the stairs and Peg got to walk right behind it, trail in its wake as he led them up.<br/><br/>The door at the top led to the roof and without pause Craig pushed the door open. He had long ago settled the lock and he pushed out and into the storm without a second thought. From the humid stuffiness of the stairwell into a Mid-Atlantic storm, the worlds were so different. Rain pelted the two of them, snapping against flesh and hair, little stings of intensity. Electricity flooded the air and more thunder rumbled in greeting. Craig smiled a big smile and without thinking leg go of Peg's hand and pushed his shoulder into hers, moving her just a bit with his body. The informal sound of the first bell as he looked to the woman, licked his lips and smiled.