Andy clasped her hand around the back of Booker's neck to draw him into a kiss with more than a hint of teeth: she'd let Booker take his time and settle against her, but Andy had never been particularly patient to begin with.

"Come on, then," she panted, bucking against his hand cupped over her mons. She wanted to take him already; Booker was the most intense of all of them in many ways, but especially with sex, even though it had been a long while since they'd been together.