[ Well, she's certainly not fighting this. She draws the kiss out, lingering pleasantly in his warmth, raising one hand to rest against his chest. For a moment, it's to pull him closer, but she steadily turns to trying to help her
stop.
Because they need room for Jesus and can't just stand around making out (unfortunately; from Buffy's perspective, that sounds fairly tempting). ]
Solid embrace. Ten out of ten. Would embrace again. [ She mumbles it absently, brushing her nose against his as she disengages. Well, partly disengages. Her hand finds his and threads their fingers together again. Obviously the hand that doesn't have a briefcase in it. ]
no subject
stop.
Because they need room for Jesus and can't just stand around making out (unfortunately; from Buffy's perspective, that sounds fairly tempting). ]
Solid embrace. Ten out of ten. Would embrace again. [ She mumbles it absently, brushing her nose against his as she disengages. Well, partly disengages. Her hand finds his and threads their fingers together again. Obviously the hand that doesn't have a briefcase in it. ]