She probably shouldn't have been congratulating him on the breaking the law, on getting himself in such shit that he was facing criminal charges, but the fact was there were extenuating circumstances. He was trying to make things better, so what if that mean breaking the law? Some laws were stupid anyway. And perhaps she was completely biased in his favour. She really had wanted to hate him, but it was impossible. They were too much alike, and every time he talked about the things he'd done, even the most immoral she liked him more, because he was doing something important and that had to be respected, plus there was something strangely magnetic about him.
"Yeah absolutely. I mean there might've been a slightly better way to go about it, but...yeah. You can't let them get away with that. People have a right to know what these cunts running their fucking country are doing," she said, and yes she was still shaking a little because she was still so angry she could scream, but not at him, not at anything he'd done, quite the opposite. "Good to know the island's done something right." she added. She'd already been happy he was here, but if it had got him out of all that, it was even better.
He'd had less than a tenth of a second before she'd have pulled back, muttered something that would have made no sense and then possibly left the room. Her mind had whirled into action, searching for a get out clause when he'd stayed completely still in a second that seemed to stretch on forever while her lips were still pressed against his for reasons she wasn't sure of beyond 'in for a penny, in for a pound' which sounded pretty reasonable in her panicked, mortified brain.
And then, finally, after what was possibly a good two or three days he was responding, and she wanted to hit him for taking for long, but she also wanted to hold onto him, and know what his skin felt like and how he'd feel underneath her, rather than just beside her. As it was she settled for carrying on kissing him, her tongue pressing forward into his mouth, as she let go of the glass in her hand, now almost empty and moved it to his neck inside, her fingers pushing against the collar of his shirt.