There was something to be said about the feel of his hand in such a tender touch- something that made her heart sigh like coming home. But his boldness was also rewarded.
The sweep of her arm under his hair held him just that much closer, her fingertips grazing beneath and around in caress of his jaw. In places, their hair mixed in streaks of velvet black and gold, toyed with by the rooftop breeze, and Sif's kiss both encouraged and invited. With the touch of her tongue as a heated, if gentle reminder of the wilder times they'd had in their youth, when the enjoyment of each other's company was less intricate, and more primal. That level of connection between them was still very much there, spicing their courtship one kiss at a time.