Viktor's hands went instinctively to her waist, and she was happy to have them there. She particularly liked his hands, and she often found herself pushing thoughts away of how they would feel against her body. "You can open your eyes now, love." The skirt of her dress was caught between them, sliding up her thighs more than was necessarily appropriate, but Hestia chose not to fret over it, not when she was sitting in his lap and they were pressed so closely together.
"I had a bit of the batter earlier today," Hestia admitted, "but I've not had any of the final product. I'm glad you approve."
Hestia grinned as she pressed closer to him so she could lick a bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. "You're right, it does taste good," she said before she pecked him lightly on the lips. "You taste good, too," Hestia added sheepishly, her arms twining around his neck so that she could kiss him again, more thoroughly this time.