[ He was gonna be good and resistant, but that idea is lost quickly. Instead his hands raise, one going to the small of her back and the other entwining in the waves of her hair. It's way too easy to get lost in kissing her/. ]
[ She feels the butterflies flutter in her stomach again as they always do around him. Her teeth gently nipping on his lower lip as she sighs happily at the feeling of his touch. ]
[ It's strange. He's expected to make the first move, but she's the one that leads. And he knows she does and, for a future world dictator, he doesn't mind. Letting out a small sound at her kiss, his fingers pull her head closer to him yet and his lips move to return the same, tongue darting out to seek entrance. ]
[ Shifting slightly to turn them to their sides, Farkle braces himself carefully against her on the expanse of coach. Making another small, throaty sound he pulls his lips away from hers to kiss her jaw and neck muttering small 'I love yous'. ]