As his hand moved to her hair, making his intention obvious, her lips curled into a smile just before his mouth touched hers. The kiss was a touch more demanding than the last time he'd initiated one, and she responded in kind. If this was the reaction she got from telling him she cared about him, she wondered what he would do if she ever told him she loved him. She never would, of course, but in that moment it was very tempting. Her free hand pushed beneath the blanket to wrap around his waist, holding her body against his tightly. She allowed the other, which had propped up her head, to drop, letting her lower herself to the pillow. She wanted to give him the upper hand...to place him above her both figuratively and literally. She wondered just how far he'd go before pulling back. She hoped, futilely she knew, that maybe he wouldn't pull back. She knew he was probably still a bit weak from his sickness, but she didn't care. She felt like she'd been waiting years for him to touch her and, in a way, she had. She'd never been shy about sharing her host bodies for fun in the past, but this one...this one had been his from the moment he'd touched it.
The shift in position was slight, but it put her laying completely down. She refused to break their kiss, instead deepening it and skimming his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. She loved to feel him against her, to feel him breathing into her and holding her tight. He was so gentle, yet firm. She'd never had a man, human or otherwise, touch her like that. She never wanted him to let her go.
Beneath the cover, her hand gripped his waist and, ever so lightly, she ran her thumb beneath the edge of his shirt. She just wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingers and was shocked by the thrill it sent up her spine.