If there was anything, anything at all in the world that was underrated, it was kissing. Ronnie had experienced her fair share of stolen and sloppy kisses, most of them at the lips of Brown, but a few others when she'd been out and had too much to drink, and none of them had been bad, but none of them had felt as exceptionally spectacular as kissing Hermes. For Ronnie, to be entirely cliche, it felt like coming home, or finally arriving at a place where she was meant to be. It was exhilarating, but at the same time, it effectively scared the shit out of her.
But Ronnie didn't really want to think about the scary bits just then, not when Hermes was touching her in ways that she'd imagined over and over. Because thinking about the scary things meant having to think about her feelings, and that was really more thinking than Ronnie was equipped to do in one sitting. She knew that even seeing Hermes chatting with other girls made her jealous in a way that she'd felt otherwise, but she also knew that Hermes infuriated her like no other, and even though everything in their relationship felt like it was meant to be, there were times when everything felt like a battle and it took three steps backward to take a step forward. There was also the part where Ronnie was completely in love with Hermes, but she hadn't even tried to face that realization because, once she acknowledged that all-consuming truth, what was she supposed to do with it?
Hermes made a soft sort of sound in the back of his throat, Ronnie caught it between her lips and drank it in, feeling it vibrate directly into the pit of her stomach. And almost as soon as the kiss had begun (or so it felt like to Ronnie), Hermes was pulling away. Ronnie whined at the loss and tugged on his hair, already attempting to go in for another. "You have no idea, Herm," Ronnie replied softly as she met his gaze. Hermes had encouraged her to move her legs apart, and while the action had been innocent enough (because of course he had to worry about spilled wine at a time like this), Ronnie decided that it wasn't enough. Now that she wasn't worried about spilling her wine, Ronnie shifted until she'd successfully landed in Hermes' lap, straddling his thighs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Only after she was seated with her bare, if slightly sticky, thighs framing his did Ronnie attempt to kiss Hermes again.