His hand plucked hers away from his hair so she twisted her hand around and spread her fingers to lock their fingers together. The kiss started out shallow but it certainly didn't stay that way.
"I'd like that... I'll stay as long as you like," she murmured, head tilting and lips parting so she could deepen that kiss. Lyra couldn't inch further unless she wanted to be on his lap, so she that was exactly where she ended up.
Her blue skirt was hitched up in the process to her upper thighs as she spread them to straddle his lap. Merlin, he tasted lovely. Like the wine and fruit they had been eating and something else.. something purely him.