Being on the outside of the bed like he was, it was hard not to be pressed against Shula as she tried to lean over. The potion still lingered in the back of his throat, rising up a little more as her warmth covered his torso. The dress tugged as she moved, showing the base of her neck, right in front of him. About to protest, more out of necessity than discomfort, when she sat back up, she shocked the hell out of him. How close their faces were, he could just stare into the depths of her eyes. Even though she was drunk, and he knew damn well this was the alcohol, the sheer color of her eyes almost drew him in. Even as her eyes flicked to his lips before closing, he just stared.<br/><br/>The soft brush at first was weird. It wasn't erotic, it didn't even feel remotely sexual. It actually felt like she was holding herself back, barely touching his lips with her own. Her familiar scent rushed over him like a wave, the soft tussles of her hair catching on his facial hair. Letting his own eyes close, he leaned back into the kiss. The heat of the kiss felt... new. Invigoration ran through his veins as he fell deeper into the kiss before he realized what he was doing.<br/><br/>Leaning back, putting his hand between them, he pushed her lips away with a finger. Blinking absent minded and confused, he couldn't help but noticed the warmth of her lips on his finger, and the lack of heat now present on his own. Their faces were only inches apart but he still craved her taste on his lips. Leaning forward, his body intended on kissing her again, but he didn't lower her hand, and instead just rested his forehead against hers. "The hell was that," he whispered.