Constantine didn't wait long to move from her mouth, Vica noticed with some trepidation, and soon he was latched under her jaw as his hand roamed over her legs, her arms, her waist. It was only when it finally slipped under her cloak and began to drag up her thigh that she shrugged him off. He didn't move far, but he stopped instantly and raised his head once more to look her in the eyes.
"Are you crazy," she murmured. Her own gaze was fixed over his shoulder at Oren's sleeping form. And Junior had lifted her head with a - dare she think it? - irritated stare at them as if they were interrupting her lovely meal, too. She hadn't yet decided how far this would go, but an innocent kiss this was not. He was hidden under his own cloak, but she thought she could see something tenting the fabric
