She makes a study sound of satisfaction when he leaps upon her with a passionate kiss, and responds in kind. Her lips part for him, body angling towards his to give better access, and to take it well.

Her hands touch him with a fleeting hesitancy, in contrast. There he is, bare cheated and lovely before her, kissing her senseless, and yet she's shy to touch him. It's a mix of nerves and of uncertainty, and of unsatisfied wants. It means so much to touch him like this. Finally they settle, one on his hip, mirroring his own hands on her, the other lays on his chest, over his heart.