Lucy was prone to spending a lot of time up in her own head, acting on emotion but never not thinking, actions careful, based on how she might be perceived. She had been too aware for too long of the fact that she'd never truly fit in anywhere, not in the wealthy, sheltered suburb she'd grown up in, nor with the free-spirited crowd in New York, nor here, from few people's time and with no desire to let herself settle. Only here like this, half-naked and beneath a near stranger, could she allow herself to become totally uninhibited. How she came across wasn't something that mattered, as long as it wasn't overeager. This was purely physical, and for that escape, she was actually grateful.

She gasped, then, as his mouth moved to her breast, one hand still at his back, even as the other slipped between them, fumbling with his belt. In a hurry or not, there was no reason to delay removal of clothing, to move this along a little further. "Mm, that's —" she breathed, but didn't bother putting an adjective at the end, certain that the responses of her body would be more than indication enough that she liked what he was doing. That was one of the good things about this.