[The shudder is good; the sound is even better. He takes his cue from the reaction, curling his fingers in - lets them wander along her scalp, soft pressure.]

[He doesn't quite lean into the hand in his own hair, the way he usually does; that would mean leaning away from the kiss, and he's not willing to give that up. But the hand on her back closes on the fabric - tugs her, gentle, toward the couch, a voiceless invitation to join him. It can't be comfortable bending over like that, while he's still sitting down.]