Michael is equally serious as he moves their drinks out of the way and leans forward. Although they never do this, although both of them are strict and protective about their privacy, he doesn’t hesitate; his mouth catches Lee’s in a kiss that is neither chaste nor sordid, not quite open-mouthed, firm. There’s heat behind it but it’s a tempered heat, a promise. His hand goes to the side of her neck, fingers resting there gently.