Her eyes widened before sliding shut, letting him pull the carton from her hands without hesitation. As soon as her hands were free, they slipped up to cup his face, gently returning his kiss. Her leg comfortably draped across his lap, and for the first time she became aware of the soft, sweet music from the movie. It was perfect. Everything, him showing up out of the blue, sharing Chinese, ignoring the movie, the way he smiled at her, how he made her feel excited and safe at the same time. It made her feel like she was floating along the surface of the lake near her father's. After only a tentative moment, she deepened their kiss.
He moaned softly into the kiss, his hand slipping down to her side as he leaned in further. His head swam as her leg slipped over his... this /was/ perfect... beyond perfect. He hadn't felt like anyone really knew him in a long time.
The sound produced a flutter in her stomach Luna was rather certain she'd never felt before. His hand on her side felt warm, secure. As her hands slipped into his constantly messy hair she smiled into their kiss, wondering if somehow tousling his hair would somehow cosmically call it to order. She hoped not.
He loved the feel of her hands in his hair, the feel of her body next to his... her kiss was divine... he felt his stomach tightening in such a warm way. He knew, though, that if he continued much longer that he wouldn't be able to be a gentleman, and that was the last thing he wanted with Luna... so he reluctantly broke the kiss, his lips lingering close to hers as he broke into a smile, playfully nuzzling his nose against hers in an "eskimo kiss".
It felt like a natural conclusion, wholly endeared by the way he lingered near her. She tilted her head up, brushing her lips against his forehead. Reclaiming the kung pao chicken, she leaned back against the side of the couch. As she took a bite she let her legs drape over his, smiling back at him. "So, for our next themed evening, I was thinking one of those old American Westerns," she mused. "But what sort of food would we have for that?"
He smiled softly at the kiss to his forehead and sat back in his place, taking the rice and beginning to shovel some in his mouth. He thought a moment about what might go with an American western as he chewed, enjoying the closeness that he felt with her, planning their next evening together. "Hmm... I think maybe... barbecue?" he said after a moment of careful consideration. "Yes, definitely barbecue. In fact, that sounds brilliant now." he laughed. "Let's do that tomorrow night!"
That he seemed so excited about the idea made her smile even wider. Her cheeks were likely to get sore at this rate. She laughed with him. "I think I can probably swing that," she nodded. She really did love the idea of cooking for him. Until that moment it hadn't completely seemed real, that they would be doing this again, that when Harry thought about the next day, he also thought of her. She idly poked her chopsticks through her food, but she suddenly felt quite pleasantly full. "I do know a lovely ribs recipe," she added after taking a drink.
As the food began to dwindle, Harry realized he felt full as well... though, he'd fairly well decimated the rest of her noodles and the wontons. "Do you then?" he asked with a broad smile. "Is that an invitation?" he asked hopefully... he couldn't believe this was happening, though, it wasn't so much a surprise as it likely should have been. "So... you'd cook for me?" He didn't know why, but her offering to cook for him... there was something almost intimate about it, that she'd prepare a meal for him with her own hands.
"Absolutely," she nodded. It was an idea that caused her to remember her mother in the fondest way, prompting a soft, easy smile. Setting her drink and her food down on the coffee table, she stretched as she reclined back. "And for the record, you never need an invitation to come over," she pointed out.