Was James... moaning? Ann hadn't got that from a bloke before, not because of a mere kiss and certainly not without build up. She hadn't expected him to deepen it so quickly either and she smirked: he was an eager beaver, possibly having dreamt about the same thing himself. He had said he'd missed her, after all. She leant into him gladly, her arms draping over his shoulders and going up to tangle through his hair before she brought them down to his chest, turning it into a heavy snog rather than a lustful kiss.