Well. That did it.

He didn't tumble closer, didn't roll closer. No, it was more at a pounce. A pounce, and he was on top of her again, kissing her with a kind of insane ferocity that should be better left to long-lost lovers and not whatever these two might call themselves. Not that he cared. It was all lips and tongue and breath and teeth as far as he was concerned. And that was all he wanted.