Luckily, (or unluckily) there was people in the recording studio, so Tamara's hips never moved over his, their touches never got too heavy or suggestive, and their lips never met. Still as they recorded the tension, the longing was still heavy in the air. All the teasing, (whether obvious or not) they did in that chair went towards the tracks.

Even out the studio they like to stoke those fires. She allows him to run his rough fingertips along her arm, leaving goosebumps in his trail. "But this is a punk club. Unless you like moshing with pretty lady." Still she would love to dance with him or drink with him.