"Actually... he was supposed to be... quite... eloquent," she murmured against his lips until he posed a distraction of his own.
When she thought he kissed well when while completely pissed, she was wrong. Because this was a kiss. Who cared about fire when he consumed her? Terry's touch was gentle, yet firm, as he tilted her chin up, waiting for her response.
Dominique's tongue darted out, tasting traces of ale against his lips, so very different from her sweet concoction for the night. Different, but pleasant. How apt a description. Her hands traveled up his chest to rest first on his shoulders, still well defined underneath his coat, before reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him down to her. She was being greedy tonight, wanting more.