[she practically melts against him, and her hand slides to his wrist, since she doesn't want to interfere with his touch. there's just something nice about this, even with no promises. and so, selfishly, she just wants more.

her other hand goes to his shirt, sliding along the thin fabric and lightly feeling the muscles along his abdomen, and all the scars that went with it.

her eyes close, and she returns the kiss softly]