Torie knew somewhere deep down this was not how they should be solving the problems between them. It was hard to rationalize however, when there was physically very little space between them; yet it wasn't close enough. Torie felt the unyielding, overwhelming desire to have her body against his somehow, anyway she could manage it.

From their somewhat awkward, uneven position, she wasn't sure what to do next, lost entirely to him and his lead. It was hard to focus on anything but his hands and his lips on her skin, a sharp inhale or a heady sigh the only response to his wandering touch. Still she wanted more; if this was going to be how they fixed things, then so be it.

Slowly she slid her hands to the top button of his shirt, managing to loosen a couple, just enough to slip her hands beneath his collar. The sensation under her fingertips of going from soaked shirt to warm skin had her humming out a little satisfied sigh as she leaned back for air. Her breathing was quick and heated, face flushed, eyes dark and curious as she searched his face for any indication of where this was going.