If this were a bedroom Tyki would've already hauled her up in his arms and had them both on a bed; but instead her fingertips are just settling under his shirt and it's a mix of tender with a flair of roughness just in the way he tilts his head and kisses her. His hand remains on her cheek but the other finds her hip, mirroring gentle with a grip of it and slowly pushing her back to put her back against the barrier.]