A small shiver traveled down Smoker's spine at her close proximity and moan. One arm still carefully supported her, while the other hand worked the key in the door. Smoker nipped his way down the front of her chest, only half aware that he hadn't quite gotten the door open yet. Finally he swung it open inside and carried her in, closing the door behind him with a small kick and then making absolutely certain to lock it behind them.

He blinked around at the semi-darkness, he hadn't lit anything before he left and now he only vaguely remembered where everything was. A bed somewhere near one of the windows, a desk... somewhere... probably in the perfect place to bang his knees; some chairs. Oh whatever. He pressed Karen up against the back of the closed door and heatedly kissed her with a small groan, practically begging for her fire.