The kiss was reciprocated. Her eyes closed, the fringe of his facial hair tickled, The spices from his moustache made her lips tingle all over again - not in a bad way. Just in a way that added to the experience. She doesn't pull away this time. She kisses him again and again, testing his lips with her tongue, inviting the kiss to go deeper.
A slight murmur, a comfortable sizzle. Oona wants more kissing. She's always moving toward the edge, wanting to fall or float to the next level.
She's alright with making out in the car but they're parked on the street and people are walking past, looking in. The kissing is stopped, her hand smoothes over his chest, tugging on his button. "Let's get out of here. Yeah?"