Somewhere in his mind, he registered the fact that the first thing she did was put her hand over his arm, but before he could concentrate on that too seriously, she parted her lips and he forgot everything but this.
He stood, and he pulled her with him, one of his arms winding around her waist. He deepened the kiss, and he let his fingers trail and linger over thin gray fabric. She wasn't wearing layers upon layers this time, and he found he couldn't get enough of her softness. She fit perfectly against his body, all soft curves where he was hard and angled, and his fingers moved up to tangle in the warm, silken curls of her hair.