[She breathes into that kiss, she pulls him closer, her hands moving down onto his shoulders. It's kissing and it's familiar and in a way, it's a kind of sweetness, something that they can share, something that proves maybe not everything was faked. She doesn't crawl into his lap, she tugs him, almost onto hers, and keeps kissing him.

Everything tastes like space liquor and chocolate and it's maddening how good that makes Seraphim feel.]