The way that her mouth moved under his chased away any thoughts of - well, all thoughts of doing anything other than kissing her, really - why had he been thinking about Marian? Marian had no place in his head when Qebhet was parting her lips, and Much was leaning forward a little more to ease them open wider, making a little sound of pleasure at the first soft touch of his tongue against her mouth. Her hand swept up her back to cradle the back of her head in his palm, as he swayed with her still, hoping that one kiss was going to turn into another and another...