She hadn't been serious about the fire, or not totally. However it wasn't a bad idea, and she'd save it in case they were stuck there longer. As Connor stroked her hair, Dawn relaxed slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Buffy had done the same thing recently with her newly dark strands, and now, as then, the movement seemed to calm her. It was something she'd always enjoyed, and the sensation was no different now. "...Thanks," she said softly, smiling a little, still thinking about the flamethrower and thus when he touched her cheek, she was too relaxed to draw back.
"To..." Her question was cut off abruptly as his other hand touched her face, and her eyes only widened as she realized at the last second what was happening. A dozen different urges - more than half of them violent - jumped up when his lips touched hers, and for a brief heartbeat, Dawn tensed a little, as though she were about to pull away. The hand closest to him left her legs and moved to his chest, a wild thought of pushing him back from her entering her mind briefly. But then her lips - which had been cold thanks to the weather - heated under his, drawing her attention to that very physical connection. Rather than push him away, the hand on his coat clenched slightly, into a fist, drawing him closer as she leaned into him and returned the kiss slowly, letting her eyes drift shut.