He moaned softly into the kiss, his eyelids fluttering shut, his tongue slipping deeper, as he went with the kiss. His free hand cradled the back of her head, feeling the tight braid wound under his fingertips, and wanting nothing more than to be the man who unravelled them for her.
He broke away reluctantly, painfully aware of their responsibilities. Still touching her with hands and nimble fingers, he said, "We're in a public space here, but when we get back. When we can be more private.. Yes?"