She grinned as he followed her movement. See? Easy as pie, this one. But then guys always did think with their weewees didn't they? She laughed a little, before glancing about the room and leaning in to whisper.
"You wanna go find someplace a little more...private?" She asked softly, "you know, sometimes for just the two of us?" She was certain that she could convince him of a quickie in one of the near by rooms.
Sim kissed her back gladly as his hands ran over her shoulders and down her back. He lifted her up slightly, still unbelieving of his luck. Maybe she still thought he had saved her? The journals were a powerful platform for getting laid, apparently.
She let his hands roam, giving him a good feel for what was hiding under the dress. Not that he hadn't gotten a good look and feel before. She tilted her head to kiss him a little deeper, pushing her hands up under his shirt.
He cringed a little at Simmy but it was better than Meka's Sim Salabim so he didn't dwell on it too much. She didn't have to ask twice as he pulled off his shirt swiftly and let his hands push up her dress and rest on her hips.
She laughed, kissing him again deeply before pulling away and dropping to her knees. Her hands went to his pants and started to unbutton them. "You need to take your shoes off, too, silly. I don't do half dressed sex, that's so slutty."
"If you wanted a slut," Ginger purred as she hooked her fingers about the hem of his jeans and boxers. "I could go find you one out there. But I am a classy lady."
Pulling the jeans down, Ginger leaned forward and kissed Sim's stomach gently.
"Sure, if you say so" he said, not really paying attention as his eyes fluttered shut and he stroked her hair with one hand, the other holding onto a shelf.
She rolled her eyes a little, peeling his last bites of clothing off his body. Carefully she started grabbing them- shoes, socks and all. Her lips placed feathery kisses on his skin before suddenly she stood and flung the door open, all of Sim's clothing in arm.