Her touches flitted across his skin, wrapping him into something other than what he had locked inside, the stresses of the outside world and what it denied him. Her affections were on a level he could associate with. The want. The need. The passion for throwing your importance at those that would listen---and at those that wouldn't.
It gave him a sense of drive that he felt had been lacking in the last few weeks. That good mood had been short lived and was replaced with this undeserving sort of man he could not be content with. Even if the punch was temporary, he would take it, to remind himself of how important he was.
His hands traveled once again down her back, pressing her lower body against his as she continued to kiss him with fervor. He welcomed it, feeling something ignite inside and give him a sense of favor even if not the peace he desired.