She didn't know she didn't have to rush out, actually. Maggie had herself pegged as the bus' social pariah, the  necessary tight-laced beacon of morality to be tolerated among the traveling band of rebels and miscreants. She had assumed any time given to her by Boston would be a gift, albeit one that was necessary to maintain her sanity. To think of her presence as not only pleasurable but sexy was stretching her narrow understanding of who she was. She was certainly looking ravaged by life. Maybe chaos suited her better then she imagined. Either way, the compliment made her smirk as his fingers brushed around her ear. The amused smile was short, falling flat as his grasp pulled them tight together and spoke of his kindled lebido.<br/><br/>Her eyelids slid shut and she swallowed hard as his lips teased at her own. The gentle directness of his proposal caused muscles withing her thighs to constrict and ache. She couldn't believe it. Maggie had always rolled her eyes at the throngs of women in hysterics at the concert's edge, and now here she was creaming panties over a mere whisper. Maybe she did, as Boston suggested, need the release. It had been longer then she cared to admit since she last had sex, and in the recent weeks, she'd been either too tired or occupied to even indulge in self satisfaction.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened and though slightly glazed, rolled to the curtain. Her thoughts were as transparent as cellophane. She was thinking of that whole buss load of individuals under her charge on the other side of the thin veil. She was relatively certain that in the post show celebrations no one had seen quick tuck and roll into the bunk. Her eyes slid shut again and she swallowed a groan of the tight grind of Boston's hardening cock against her between their pants. The second stroke send an undeniable shudder though her. Her hips rolled into it under the pressure of his hands, her thighs parting so that her knees fell either side of him.<br/><br/>"Do you think-" She paused as their breath mingled, trying to usher more air into her lungs. "Do you think we could be quiet?" She asked in a whisper, her bottom lips still grazing against his.