The kiss didn't end quickly.
It went on the way kisses went on when both people had stopped thinking about anything else, her hand still flat on his chest and his hand still at her jaw, the lake in front of them and the afternoon light moving across everything and none of it mattering in the slightest.
When they finally separated she stayed close, her forehead almost touching his, her eyes finding his from that distance.
He moved first.
His mouth went to her jaw, just below where his hand had been, and he felt her exhale slowly against the side of his face as he worked his way down the line of it. She turned her head slightly to give him better access without being asked, the way she always did things, deciding on them before they were requested.
His mouth found her neck.
"Mm," she said, quietly, her hand pressing slightly harder against his chest.
