[ With her pressing closer it's all too natural to let his own arms wrap tighter around her as he pushes into the kiss.
He isn't thinking much of the girl right now. The Slayer. His sworn enemy that he was so set on decapitating last he was in Sunnydale. Instead it's curiosity that allows him to get lost in the moment, some morbid fascination with the future that he has no intention of having but still intrigues him so. They were together. They can be together. It has been done or it will be done or won't ever be done but he's still curious to the possibility and although he has no intention of pursuing that curiosity fate dropped a pretty good opportunity to play in their lap.
Fingers curling ever so slightly in her clothes, he experimentally pushes his tongue forward. Getting a little carried away. ]