Felicity and Galad
Felicity hated how much she cared about Galad and that despite what he'd done in an attempt to preserve his brother's presence in his life, she still cared. Maybe even loved. Forgiveness wasn't something she handed out so easily. Galad hadn't asked for it and he didn't deserve it, but she still forgave him to some degree.
Typically their kisses didn't linger too long. That was on Felicity's part who would purposely keep Galad at some distance because being together was inevitable but she wasn't going to just hand it to him before. This time she kissed him longer and more fully, taking the time to really appreciate the way he kissed her and how his mouth tasted.
There was still a party to return to and she drew away, touching the red marks she'd left on his lips. Forcing a smile on her face, she said, "There's more of that if she wish to have it. But later. After the party."