ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He gives a tiny hum, half surprise and half pleasure, when she pushes in and deepens the kiss he'd meant as light and brief. His lips curve a little into the kiss, amused and fond. Just like her to push the envelope; not that he can much complain in this case, gladly parting his lips for her and meeting her questing tongue in the middle. At some point, they've stopped moving, standing still instead holding each other and kissing, like something out of a gooey lifetime movie. "Are you using your wiles on me?" he murmurs teasingly once they break apart for breath, lips brushing against hers.