Re: Jules & Raziel [at Raziel's home]
The way he leaned into her, that soft noise that escaped him, had warmth coiling low in her belly. "It is more intimate," she agreed, her voice still as soft as before. She let her hands slide around to the back of his head as she leaned in to brush her lips against his, soft and exploring...
And promptly jumped back in surprise when the tea kettle started whistling. Letting go of him, she brought her hands up to cover her heated cheeks, embarrassed at being startled by a bloody kettle whistle! "I suppose I'm a bit jumpy, too," she admitted sheepishly.