His heart had been racing with laughter and exertion, but Padma's kiss slowed him down. Resting his weight in between her legs, he relaxed his hold on her, free hand trailing over her hair, then her shoulder, and coming to rest lightly on her chest.
He felt the exhilaration of their play still swimming through his veins, fueling him to lose himself in this moment of utter freedom and life and pleasure, and he persisted in the kiss even after they paused to take a breath, easing it into something less light-hearted and more expressive. All of his pent-up fear and tension unraveled as she welcomed it into her, seeming to pour it all back.
After a long minute, he pulled his mouth away, staring down into her face before lowering his forehead to rest on hers.
"I liked your grey blobby thing," he said in a whisper, threading their fingers together and resting their joint hands on the grass beside Padma's head, his thumb brushing against one silky strand of her hair.