His hands moved to grasp her hips, coaxing them to move, pull her closer to straddling him though his own lips refused to move from hers. At her moan, his grip flexed and he smirked slightly against her mouth. Touching his own tongue, delicately moving against hers, tasting her- Montague pulled her further into his lap, wanting to feel her close.
Stroking the tongue along hers, he finally slipped away, looking up at her, eyes dark and warm, full of both lust and something much deeper. "We should probably put up charms..." he said, voice thick. "Or move to our room..." One of his hands slid up, along her curves, testing the way they felt under his palm before gently grasping her jaw; pulling her lips in a soft kiss once more.