[He shudders when she settles into place; the hand that had guided her in shifts, uncertain, to rest on her hip, as though he's not quite sure what he should be doing with it. His face is hot, too - as hot as it ever gets, these days - and with the flush, his cheeks have more color than their usual customary pale.]

[When she nuzzles in, he smiles, soft and unsure, breathlessly earnest; it feels intimate, somehow, more than anything they've done so far. He hesitates, and then he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then another, little brushes of barely-there contact.]