[The kiss is not entirely unexpected, given the mistletoe floating around. It still catches him by surprise, though. His brain was so wrapped up in trying to work out what to say next that he wasn't paying attention to what might be floating over their heads. And then suddenly Ariadne's hands are on his shoulders and he's being bent in half and - oh. Well.
He kisses back as desperately as she is. One hands comes to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. In some ways he's glad for the interruption. It's the only way he'll ever really be able to say what he needs to. 'Look, I fancy you! I'm sorry for being a twat about it.']
/nom nom delicious
He kisses back as desperately as she is. One hands comes to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. In some ways he's glad for the interruption. It's the only way he'll ever really be able to say what he needs to. 'Look, I fancy you! I'm sorry for being a twat about it.']