Cal had planned on just a taste.  She should have known better.  As soon as she felt Kos' lips upon her own she no longer cared about their surroundings.  Her hands slid up under his shirt, fingers splaying across his stomach, nails lightly pressing to his flesh.  She regretted her usual uniform of pants, willing to give anything to be in a skirt.  It was only the stench of the alley managing to overpower the scent of pure masculinity of her sometime lover that kept her in check.  Though even that was not enough to make her break the kiss.