Claire was sure she couldn't stop the noises if she tried. Not that she had a lot of experience or anything but she was sure that being with a woman was different. There was a rush to it, a sense of it being forbidden and she couldn't deny that the idea it might be turned her on a little more. All she knew was that it worked either way because the heat was incredible as it gathered in the pit of her stomach, tingling along her veins as she only knew that she wanted more.

At the silent urging, she sat up and broke the kiss while lifting her arms to help Hank peel off her shirt which revealed a pale pink bra that did little to hide the hardening peaks beneath the lace. Reaching down, she tugged at Hank's shirt, peeling it away before dropping her head down to run her tongue lightly over the top curve of one of Hank's breasts.