Her lips met his and there was definate electricity, her eyes closed as her hips lifted almost unconciously towards his searching fingers. Hoping to enourage him, wanting to show her eagerness, her lips parted and her tongue delved for his, ignoring theswirling morass around them in the moment.<br/><br/>There was a distant thud and then long scrape as the dresser hit the wall, grinding a long furrow in the plaster. The rest of the furniture seemed to  have lost its graceful, unnatural flow, tumbeling wildly and crashing into each other. The bangs sounded distant, as if they were coming through cotton wool.