And then he was kissing her and despite the build up it took her brain a moment to catch up and react and she kissed him back fiercely - hurt and love and years of intimacy bubbling to the surface as she explored him. They were sitting awkwardly, side by side, and craning their necks painfully, so without breaking contact she rolled, her body now straddling his as a hand came up to run through his curls. She broke the kiss, finally, to just take a breath and she sat back a bit, realizing she had essentially just climbed him, and she chuckled just a little.
It was still dark in her apartment and she wanted to see the look on his face so she called out "Lumos" to her wand, sitting on the coffee table in front of them. It bathed them in a soft light and she couldn't help the way the examined his face, she wanted to see if he felt about this the way she did - if he agreed with her awe, with the way he turned her on, the way she wanted to keep kissing him until his lips were bruised and swollen and he was dizzy.