Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
He felt her strain against him. Oh he felt her kisses too, a press of lush lips that parted with a sigh which he couldn't help but drink up with a pleasured sound of his own. But it was impossible to miss their height difference and the gentle sway of a woman who was standing on the tips of her toes. Good thing he was the helpful sort.
The hand that was at her chin dropped lower until it brushed her hip, the only warning, before he grabbed her with one hand, hefting her up. Belatedly he wondered if it was a smart move to startle her but the damage was done. One hand cradled and steadied her head as the other arm wound around her, holding her up and near flush against his body. "Better?" He asked it with a grin, no sign of strain or trouble from her little weight, and tugged in her close for another kiss.