O'Brien turned more toward Leah, his brows furrowing a bit as he looked her over. Why was she looking at him like that? And before he really realized what was happening, Leah was stepping closer-- and, whoa, wait, he felt her fingers tickling along the hairs at the back of his neck, and she was pulling him closer for... a kiss? Leah Stone-- Miss Machete was kissing him?
Why the hell would he ever push her away?
His eyes fell shut, his hands instinctively moving up to hesitantly set against her upper arms, and Leah let her lips linger just long enough against his own that he caught the end of the quick intimate gesture in a return kiss of his own. Yeah, he kissed back. Even if it was just a little bit, there at the end. Teh first part of it, he was still trying to figure out what was going on, and he still wasn't even sure he knew.
But he liked it.
And in that moment, he actually didn't feel a worry or a care in the world. Except Leah. Kissing him. The way her lips pressed against his, and the way she pulled him in. Everything. He wasn't even worried about how fucking cold it was. Actually, he was starting to warm up just a bit, thanks to that. If nothing else, he could certainly feel the warmth in his cheeks when Leah parted from the kiss for a breath.
Opening his eyes, he allowed his gaze to meet with hers, his eyes searching hers with a slight bit of confusion, surprise, curiosity, and interest. Could he do it again? Without her trying to break his nose? He was fairly certain that if she threw another swing at him, she wouldn't miss this time. So he definitely didn't want that.
Hesitating slightly, he started to lean back in, closing the gap between them once more to brush his lips against hers in another gentle kiss. He'd given her enough time to pull away if she wanted, and since she hadn't, he didn't expect her to break his nose. If she did, she would have been very, very misleading. And a horrible, awful tease. And not in the good way.