"That," Candy smirked, "would be the worst sonnet ever." She moved a little closer, running her fingers over his chest, letting the tips of them skim down lower. Boa protested, and Candy even felt cheap doing it, but it was weird. She felt like she could pull it off that time. Curling her fingers around his neck, she pulled him down into a kiss, one so hard that their teeth clacking together felt like thunder in her head and sounded louder.