Kisses, like the fleeting touches between fluidic sparks, are something to be cherished and drawn out. And Jazz, who has always been a conossieur of these things, intends to take his time.
The avatar's lips begin to tingle in proof of what Midvalley is doing at the moment. Even if he had wanted it, Jazz wouldn't have dared to suppress the grin that is now beginning to show on his face. It is after all, a kiss from his love.
Human hands move to frame the other's head while his true body moves around the room, so that a part of Jazz is now behind and in front of Midvalley. A silver finger begins to move a bit of Midvalley's hair to the side.