"The risk is what makes it fun," she teased, leaning up to grab his lower lip in her teeth before pulling gently. Ravenclaws always had a habit of over thinking things. A gross exaggerations, sure, and they had been out of school for years but the thought still crossed her mind.
Her mouth opened for him, her lips still as she waited for him to move. She loved this moment. The feel and taste of new set of lips against her, lips she'd probably never taste again after this night. Her tongue slowly moved to press against his, warm shocks humming through her body at his touch. Her free hand snaked inside his coat, wanting to feel his warmth, to feel him against her palm. "My first snog of the new year, not bad."