It was like somehow, in some way, she'd known just exactly what to do to sucker him in further, as Ben couldn't help but react to her fingers twining with his. Gentle and restrained turned less so as he increased the slant of his lips, teasing and urging hers to open under his.
This was fast becoming not about comfort at all. Actually, who was he kidding? Right now, there wasn't much thought to comfort or the world beyond the inches of it they currently occupied, and it wasn't because he'd suddenly stopped caring about comforting her or caring about getting people back, it was because she was kissing him back.
And dammit, she was too good at it. When had she gotten this good? Who had she gotten this good with? Names, names were going to be had... later. When the kissing was over due to a need for steady amounts of oxygen. Which, currently, he didn't care if he got again as long as he went out kissing Allana Solo.
A soft groan against her lips communicated the shift in mental gears from comfort mingled with want to just the latter, and he pulled her closer, nearly to the point of pulling her straight into his lap, just so he could keep this kiss going. It was unreal for the kiss to feel like this. Maybe he was hallucinating or passed out. No, if he were passed out, this would be a dream, and the ones that involved Allana and kissing were usually not this... tame, for lack of a better word.
He knew he'd have to stop, because they really couldn't make out on the office floor. People would be looking for them eventually. Senses beyond the norm might start picking up on the things going on in here. There would be a rescue to head out on.