Her lips turned into a faint smirk, and she widened the gap between her fingers a little more. "Is that better?" she teased, her regular restraint as such things, or worries, tempered by enough alcohol to make her feel more comfortable, though she'd always felt comfortable with him, for whatever reason she couldn't readily discern.
She nodded her assent, leaning into him lightly as he kissed her. One arm slipped around his shoulder and neck. She followed his lead in this, though in most other things she was the headstrong stubborn one. She sighed softly against his lips and then parted hers at his urging. It was almost overwhelming, it had been so long, and even longer since it was someone she really cared about. In a way, it was scary, but she wasn't paying attention tot hat right now, just focussing on the feel of his lips against hers, kissing him back slowly, feeling it as warmth spreading slowly.