[His hand wants to squeeze but he wont let it, stopping it after a flexing of his fingers against the warm skin of her fragile little neck. He sighs shortly, breath exhaling with amusement in the tail end. He's leaning forward and close to her now, dipping closer still so that their lips are on level with one another as are their eyes.
He's smiling, though his eyes are dark. Preoccupied with other places, times and things. Things that won't happen tonight, paths ignored as he resigns himself to give in and carried in on the invitation in one sole word. It's a relief. For now.] I don't know why you do this. [But he doesn't give her the opportunity to answer, pulling her with his fingers curling around the back of her neck to grip it at the base of her skull. His lips are on hers, firm and practiced but not without an obvious edge of hunger and want. All the cues he didn't want you to see, reasons he didn't want to kiss you sooner.]