"Won't stop kissing you," he promises. Nevermind that he has to stop - eh, not going to count four words muttered under his breath as a stop, he will just consider that a pause - to speak.

Their first kisses together were hesitant, tentative, a hint awkward. But not these. He knows what he's doing, now, what she wants, how she likes to be kissed. How she likes it when he claims her with his kisses, how she not-so-secretly loves it when he gets just a bit greedy, how it thrills her when his heartrate jumps in his chest and his breath comes in quiet pants as his lungs fight to catch up. Being wanted, desired, lusted after - those are all basic, primal needs, and he works hard to fulfill them when they are together like this.