"My kind, glad I'm so unique," she said dryly, grabbing he bottle from him and taking a swig. "Gryffs live for surprises, surely you know that." She felt a familiar tingle race up her spine, a pure warning that she was about to get herself in trouble. She never seemed to be able to stop herself and right now she wasn't sure that she wanted to.
She stepped forward, leaving no room between them as her hand reached out to bunch in his shirt. The other moved slowly up his arm, finding its resting place at the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into the small hairs found there. She pulled him down towards her, never flickering her gaze away from him. Moving ever more slowly she raised her chin up, her lip only a breath away from his. "I think I already have," she said lowly, never backing away. She stayed there for a moment before her tongue darted out, tracing his upper lip before her mouth smashed against his, harder and more urgent than the first kiss.
She clutched her hands harder against him, her mind refusing to listen to reason. This was bloody stupid move. She shouldn't be doing this. He probably thought her disgusting but that only seemed to spur her on, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth. She pushed back away from him, only to lean in and pull back once more, teasing him.