And It Rains (In Your Bedroom) (гет)

She couldn’t stop kissing him.
She had pressed her mouth to his the second he had closed the door to the impossibly small flat. Her fingers wound their way into his white blond hair and she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She didn’t care about time, about tomorrow or the day after or even an hour from now, because he was kissing her with the same fire she was kissing him.
His touch was all desire, and his hands on her face, holding her close was all she wanted. It was all she could ever want, his warm hands and his soft lips were working a hold on her that she couldn’t give up.
Outside, rain started to pitter-patter against the window, on the fire escape, on the roof.