If Emma's movements were timid, rusty and out of practice, Neal didn't notice - he was surprised, feeling a jolt of electricity zing through the marrow of his bones, but that had nothing to do with literal magic and everything to do with the figurative kind. The contact had been brief but it was searing for him, her fingerprints embedding themselves onto his skin - though she was there anyway, underneath and all around and in his head and in his guarded heart anyway.
"I'd find a clever way to break out myself and tell you all about it," he scoffed, turning his head slightly to nuzzle the top of her jaw. His hand curled around the back of her neck and he sighed; being in such close proximity was making him light-headed in a good way. All that true love shit, the stuff you could write stories about. Maybe they'd get their happily ever after someday.
He kissed her too, the opposite corner where she had kissed him, his mouth tipped up in a smirk. "Can and will do, trust me. Now, you're not going to make me go back to my cold and empty house, are you?"