[Cross gives a groan, low and smooth, to show his appreciation as his lips part to willingly grant her access, his tongue massaging hers. Not to neglect her, his own hands rub over her back, concentrating on the small of her back and almost a bit lower, but not quite yet. He uses it to pull her close, wanting to get a taste of what's beneath those robes and jewels, though enjoying the soft swish of fabric beneath his hand and the metallic twinkle of the jewelery that make her all the more desirable to him.]