Neville followed Mandy onto the bed, the motion so smooth that they almost could have planned it. But he'd never have dared to plan something like this, and even if he had, it probably wouldn't have turned out this way. One arm was trapped below her, and he shifted just enough that it wouldn't dig into her back uncomfortably. His other hand drifted from her hair down her side, and it finally came to rest on the soft curve of her hip.
He made a sound against her lips as he felt her hand on his back, allowing her to hold him close. Wanting her to. His body moved against hers as he deepened the kiss further still, and Merlin it felt good. Better than good.