Ashley reached up in return, slipping his hands underneath Alice's shirt and sliding his hands upward to grasp her breasts. Ashley had known he was gay since high school, or perhpas, bisexual. At least, he'd only ever really been attracted to men, he was fairly certain? But still, after the world ended, and sex became the new national pasttime, he'd decided against being picky. He didn't really care how attractive they were, what gender, or even if they were married, had kids, or had kids on the way.<br/><br/>He'd found that, even if he didn't feel a connection with members of the opposite sex, their skin felt just as good in his hands, and the pressing together of bodies was just as intense, and kissing, sucking, scratching, tweaking, pulling, slapping, and licking, was all the same. It would be loveless, but fun, and that was fine by him.<br/><br/>"We'll you are reckless," he said, "but only because you didn't shoot me when you had the chance..."<br/><br/>He sat up, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her body, on bare skin, he pulled her into a kiss, in which tongue factored heavily.