She blinked at what he had said and lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t you sneak attack me with your dick or anythin’,” she blurted out with no regret what-so-ever. Lack of verbal filter; he should be used to it by now.
This kiss was nothing like the last one. It wasn’t chaste, nor did she kiss with any hesitance. Her mouth parted, deftly deepening it as her hand curled around his sweater, tugging him close. It had been a while the last time she had kissed anyone, with or without that century chopped off of her years. Her teeth gently dragged over his bottom lip before allowing her pink tongue to swathe over his. Subtle? Definitely not.