He really was as good as she'd dreamed he'd be. And really that wasn't such a suprising thing, but all Allana knew was that he was kissing her and she wasn't sure she ever wanted the experiance to end. Because it would end and she wouldn't get it again, would she. Because obviously this was just to make her feel better. She'd been all teary at him and he felt obliged or whatever.
But she'd take it. She'd take whatever she could get because this felt good, this felt right.
He was pulling her closer though, a move that confused Allana as to weather this was a comfort kiss or not, she allowed it to happen, allowed herself to be pulled into his arms even further, so much so their legs were touching, another inch or two and she'd have to actually move to sit on his lap, and she wanted to, she really wanted to.
With a hurried breath the kiss deepened, Allana giving way to him, fingers tightening in his.