"That? That wasn't snogging!" Fred protested futilely. "That was me, er, not snogging you," he continued shiftily. "And besides, you licked my cheek, that was hardly fair. I think you're buying the ice cream," he nodded, "much later."
Fred closed his eyes and let out a breath. "Now you're just fighting dirty," he breathed, but it was a lost cause. His lips were on hers again, who cared who was buying ice cream?