More of the usual. He kissed her, though it wasn't out of lust or need. It was to share in that joy with her, to get out that pent up energy he had within him that made him want to do something, ANYTHING but sit still. He put his hand through the hair he hadn't braided as his lips parted, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, begging entrance before coaxing her tongue out to join his own.
His arms wrapped more firmly around her, as he realized that she wasn't just a trophy he'd won, or a simple mindless selection that he'd decided on, spur of the moment. He had wanted her, and had gotten her, and he intended to keep her, for as long as he could bear to. She was dark and subtle and lovely and young. She knew things that he had never dreamed of knowing, and she saw things that he could only barely imagine. He was enchanted by the stories of her home world, and he wanted sincerely to go there and experience that reality for himself.
He let the kiss run its course before pressing his forehead to hers. "I wills get a firewoods then. Its is outs in de shed by de side of de place, I wills return soon."