After some moments, the hand on her waist ran around to her back. His arm followed, closing around her at last fully, embracing her, and he held her close.

He held and kissed her, clearly impassioned by both—his mouth continually finding new ways to dance with and worship hers, his arm occasionally tensing a little to press her deeper into himself. But he seemed content to keep doing this without adding anything more. It didn't even feel like he was waiting for her. Just… fully exploring and enjoying this in of itself, not (as so often, in fiction and in life) as a means to an end.

Several times, his mouth paused, in a moment of them being just far enough apart that one of them might speak… but if he was thinking about saying something, he decided against it every time in favor of resuming the kiss.