She felt ... strangely inflamed by that. Her back arched a little as she clutched at his robes, returning the kiss deeply, passionately. Her tongue stroked at his lips before probing softly, slipping between them if he parted them, and part of her mind was aware of the fact she was starting to nudge them toward the couch.
Which was bad, and wrong, and intellectually, she knew she should stop, but oh, god, it felt so good to kiss him, to forget everything but him, and her, together, here.