She had him there. No sense in ruining a surprise when one didn't have to. He bobbed his head just a bit. Point to Aurora. No one was keeping score, and when she plunked herself down in his lap, Curt was ready to let her win all the things if that meant she wouldn't move for a good long time. As Aurora's thighs slid against the outside of his legs, Curt's hand automatically moved into action.
His right hand moved to her upper leg, just resting there. His other slipped through the thick strands of hair - somehow not tangled by the winds that Aurora seemed carry around in her pocket as she moved. It settled onto the small of her back. He returned the kiss, just lightly, eyes bright in the warm glow that came from what sunlight was left diffused amongst the clouds.
An impulse was to make a joke - to tell Aurora that he'd still be eating out - but that look in her eyes stilled his tongue. He kissed her properly, then - none of that wimp stuff, none of that maybe-she-does-maybe-she-doesn't nonsense. It was obvious what they both wanted and Curt had no problem getting that particular ball rolling.