The look upon Sarah Jane’s face was some how far less feral and somehow more feminine. Certainly she was not guarded and the walls she had built for years were crumbling now.  She kissed him again this time perhaps a little less tentatively though still with inexperience, her lips were parted a little more though and they were certainly soft.<br/><br/>She returned his words repeating his name twice between the kiss as her fingers continued to trace the curves and lines of Vincent’s chest and stomach, her own breathing was a little uneven and along with his name those small noises of what appeared to be pleasure escaped her lips.<br/><br/>Her other hand then slipped around to caress his back,  “I aint never dan….dan…vis…” It was then that the young woman kissed him again. Vincent could feel the heat from her<br/>body now, he felt a little of her nervous excitement as she explored him.<br/>