He undresses her with confidence and April likes that, has spent a good portion of her life being the aggressor and having someone take over, having someone just unzip her dress without pretense or preamble is refreshing. When the dress slips down to the floor she steps out of it, using one foot t push it aside as she slides both her hands under his hem of his shirt, fingers spreading over warm skin. "Chinese food makes good leftovers," she points out as he tugs her close again and she smiles before leaning in to nip gently at his lower lip.

She's distracted from the food now, anyway, distracted by how close Les is to her, the warmth rolling off him, she can practically feel the change in temperature and she presses herself up against him as she pushes his shirt up, wanting more, wanting skin. "Next time we won't even bother with food," she murmurs, her lips ghosting over his jaw, then down the side of his neck and she's concentrating on the fact that she wants him, because want is always easier than thinking she might actually like a person.

But she does. She likes him.

She doesn't know this place well enough to know where his bedroom is, but she can make a guess that it isn't in the kitchen and as she tugs his shirt up and off, she steps backward, pulling him with her.