The caster says nothing in response, instead only smiling against her neck. His hand that is not upon her chest reaches for her shy hand from behind. He briefly links his fingers between hers, his hand atop hers, and gently stretches her fingers to open her hand before planting a kiss upon her exposed palm. Her skin feels soft, and as her scent fills his nose he finds himself being overcome with a desire to feel more.
    Gloved hands move to remove her coatâthe main thing that kept him from properly touching her body. The garment is thick and looked heavy, but Passenger manages to slide it off her shoulders easily before placing it somewhere nearby. Exactly how many layers did she wear on a daily basis? Well, it didnât really matter, did it?
    They would all be on the floor soon, anyway.
    His fingers move to her chin, and he lifts her head up to gaze at her face once again. Cheeks bright red, golden-brown eyes that remind him of a forest in early autumn. And her soft pink lips, parted ever so slightly. A flame burns bright from inside him, and on instinct he kisses her again, more forcefully this time as his tongue pushes against her lips, wanting entrance.
   She was definitely burning red now. Hazel eyes watch his actions, and moves along with them. Her coat is slipped off with such ease leaving her only in her thin sweater and pants but before he does anything else he gently guides her in for another kiss--Â
  Itâs more heated this time, and she tries to respond as best as she can. Lips press against his own firmly, a gasp in between the pressure as his tongue traces her lips. She opens them obediently, a moan turned mewl escaping as she feels his tongue in her mouth. A huff of air escapes, red cheeks becoming the new norm. Â
  Her hands come to clutch at the cloth of his own clothes, tugging him closer as if to get more friction between her skin and his. Her own hands begin to fiddle with his cloak as it clumsily begins to undo the buttons that kept it on. An eye for an eye, her heated mind tells her as she breaks the kiss. Red cheeks and swollen lips--how did she look? The thought made her burn more before a hand comes to cradle his cheek.Â
  âCan I take your cloak off?â Comes her mumbled voice between pants. Her other hand continues to fiddle with the button shyly.  âItâs...unfair if Iâm the only one without...clothes...â