Medusa slipped her tongue into his mouth, to tangle with his as she leaned against him. Gently she pushed against the chair and stepped inside, nudging the door shut again with her foot. All the while she never broke the kiss. Her fingers brushed against the frame of his glasses and combed through his silver hair.

When she felt his hands on her waist, Medusa arched her body into his touch. It was all she could do to keep from moaning in need and approval. Oh, how she'd wanted this.

True enough, Medusa had Free at her disposal if she really wanted someone to blow off steam on. But she didn't take advantage of this. Free didn't interest her; not in the slightest.

Medusa had only ever wanted Stein. She hadn't been lying when she told him he was a man after her own heart; the man she loved. Even if he didn't feel the same, Medusa had accepted her feelings.

She reached down and set the hand that held the cigarette on the chair. Briefly she broke the kiss, but kept their lips close so that they brushed together as she spoke.

"We don't really need this, do we?"