Grace laughs, wrapping her legs around his waist, leaning in to kiss him again. She has to steady herself, one hand heavy against the wall, using the leverage to let herself press into him, unable to stifle a moan at how he feels against her, how badly she wants him. The worries of a half an hour ago have been forgotten altogether, her reasons for distracting him lost in a haze of need. Biting lightly at his lip, she sucks it between hers, hand sliding into his hair, trying to remember to breathe. "Well..."