[She crawls into his lap in slow short motions, eventually ending up there with her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. His attention to her is reassuring and new, for all the times men have stroked her cheek or touched her neck, it can't compare to even the slightest appreciative strokes of his fingers against her skin.
She's still tired, and in a few minutes it'll hit her harder, but the kiss has given her a little boost of adrenaline or something similar and she just wants to prolong the moment. She takes his wrist, guiding his hand to her side, sliding her fingers over the back of it to encourage his touch to roam again.]