[The hand still cupping the side of her face trails downward - flounders, for a second, like it isn't quite sure what to do with itself. It settles on her back, and he takes that last half-step nearer, so that he can get it around her in a proper embrace.]

[They're not pressed up against each other, but the space between them is much smaller, now; he can feel the warmth of her, even where they're not touching, and he shivers again, keenly aware of that space.]

[The touch of his tongue at her lower lip, when it comes, feels tentative - cautious, as though he's not quite sure if this is all right.]