Cohen found himself entirely drawn in each and every time she asked him a question in such a direct way. Her mind was so keen, so intelligent, that even the silliest remarks he made and she responded to sounded like they were being spoken from a renowned philosopher. He had never really considered himself a stupid man, and maybe he wasn't, but he knew there was so much to learn from this beautiful and unique woman. He would never be bored, that much was certain. At least until he inevitably bored her.
"I'm definitely not done," he remarked, which was a bit of a contradiction to his question about his quest being done, so of course he had to amend the statement. "With you, that is. But maybe with the quest?" Did it really even matter? Cohen tried to make himself stop talking, wanting to avoid any further moments of mortification, but he couldn't help the suggestion of couple rather than team. He didn't want there to be any confusion as to what they were. He knew Peisinoe had never really been seen before, and he didn't want her to think he didn't take her seriously. Didn't take this seriously. "Good. I would too," he added, as if it wasn't obvious already. Smooth, real smooth Cohen.
While typically he was put off by people staring at him, he couldn't help the way his whole body seemed to light up as she studied him. He wished he could see what Peisinoe saw when she looked at him, though the way those dark eyes lit up and vibrated with intensity made him wonder how someone so perfect could look at him like he was the precious gem she'd been searching for all her life. Cohen was moved by the way her eyes took him in, moved by the way their bodies touched along the edges teasingly, moved by her full lips as she spoke. He couldn't help his question, though he was frozen in surprise when she nodded. He almost questioned the response, almost tried to talk her out of it because she could do so much better, but Peisinoe seemed to realize he had gotten himself stuck in a loop of anxiety and moved instead.
There was a soft sound as her impossibly soft lips pressed gently to his own, and Cohen didn't hesitate to take an arm and slip it around her waist in order to pull her a little closer. The bench wasn't that big, honestly, so this movement wasn't strictly necessary. His mouth moved over hers, gentle and soft but with a hint of the passion he felt as his skin seemed to flicker with electricity over every inch she touched. Cohen never wanted it to end, but eventually the pesky need to breathe made it so he had to pull back. There was a faint, slightly awed, smiled on his lips as he looked at her as his fingers ghosted over her cheek with impossible gentleness. He really didn't have accurate words, and the moment didn't really require them when his expression was taken into view. Though he for once was glad he had spoken up rather than remaining silent and wanting.