[ 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'. ]
[ He huffs at the sudden force, gripping her to him to balance them with a wrinkling of his nose. ][At least he sounds amused when he starts with a step to lead them to the bed proper.]