Octavius parted his own lips first, running the very tip of his tongue gently over hers. It was a gentle but insistent gesture, sliding one of his own arms around her waist so that his hand rested at the small of her back.
She felt so warm and she smelled so absolutely wonderful. His entire body felt like it was on fire, just being close to her. This was different than snuggling on the sofa, which was just innocent and sweet. This was different somehow, more pressing and needful and not nearly so simple.