What Vedette didn't need to think about was how long it'd been since she'd kissed someone, or really since it'd meant more than the normal physical urges. This was not that, this was an urge to be close to someone who meant something to her. He meant something to her but she couldn't think of what when he pressed his lips back against hers and returned the kiss. Rational thought was gone when his wraps wrapped around her to pull her up against him. Her hands slipped from his face and one arm wrapped around his neck as the other clasped his shoulder to hold on.
There was nothing chaste about this, and she knew that and didn't care. Even if that priest walked right back in. Even if Ithunvel walked in right then. She didn't care about any of that.
Ithacles was kissing her and that was all she could..
The stool was the only real bother. She was as far against him as she could be without knocking him off of it.