Lalin’s arms slid around his back, pulling him close, as he seemed to have the same thought and moved forward. She wanted his body up against hers. She wanted to feel his warmth and sweetness. He wasn’t being too forward. They had, in fact, moved much slower than any of her past relationships ever had. Lalin had a tendency to fall for men who weren’t exactly good for her; none of them could have been accused of ‘taking thing their’ when it came to a relationship with her. The change of pace was welcome, as was anything that set Faer apart from the other men in her life.
Lalin opened her mouth to his, more than happy to let him deepen the kiss. Her arms moved up to wrap around his neck as she lost herself in the kiss. Some noise off in the camp made her realize that they were still in full view of the campfire and anyone who happened to glance over. Realizing that she had all but climbed into Faer’s lap where anyone could see made her blush bright red as she pull away from the kiss, however reluctantly. Lalin smiled at him, shy and sexy all at once. “Do you want to...” she hesitated, wondering if he would be ok with finding somewhere a little more... private.