He could get used to breaking rules with her. It wasn't as if there was a mission to go on right now, and because of the lack of discipline, he was able to flex his strength and push other people around as he knew they were frightened up him. Not her, she was warm and sweet and strict with him, and she also wasn't pushing him away either.

He had kissed her a lot in the past apparently, in the war. Little stolen moments under the canopy of a tree, in the tent they shared, in town when they were receiving more orders. He had stolen more kisses than she had, risking more to sidle up and sneak one save when they were on active duty. He was strictly business then. Otherwise, it was a game to steal them.

Now this wasn't just a theft of a kiss, it was armed robbery that she was playing a hand in. He lifted her slightly when the table stopped them, setting her backside to it as he hungrily kissed her. His flesh hand rose and buried itself into her blond hair, stroking his fingers against her scalp as he pushed her head back with a soft moan of pleasure into her mouth.