"Dat was my favorite shirt..." There was almost a whimper as Alistaire climb on top of her and began kissing his wave from her neck to her bare shoulder. Well... all but bare shoulder. She still had her bra on, which barely kept her modest, along with her pants and underwear.

Things were heating up more between the two, amoral mutants. Alisa was getting off on the danger and how Alistaire was besting her at times, while Alistaire... possibly got off on her beauty? She was not sure.

"You can be a lil' rougher, you know. I don' break dat easy... last I checked, I wasn' made o' glass."