Stella had barely enough time to register Anton's large, warm hands cupping her face, before her nerves ignited to the realization of his mouth on hers, followed by the electrifying sensation as his tongue explored her mouth. She dimly noticed that her hands seemed to have lost all semblance of muscle tone as all bags, and the cat carrier slipped from them and unceremoniously hit the sidewalk. Tesla. Was. Over. IT! and made his ire known with a heartfelt growl-hiss. All of this was noticed by her in some detached, rarely used part of her brain. Everything else was taken over by .... this.  Her heart had turned into a warm puddle of goo and melted, and now, oddly enough seemed to have transmogrified into a heap of butterflies in her belly. At some point, although she didn't want to miss a moment of this wonderful, amazing, affirming intimacy, her eyes just closed in bliss, she couldn't keep them open to keep looking into his wonderful eyes. What was clearly only a kiss lasting a few seconds, people have to breathe after all, seemed to her like hours.  He was an amazing kisser, and Stella reluctantly opened her eyes, as he pulled away, her lips tingling as though she had eaten popping rocks, and her heart still a million butterflies in her belly. At her feet Tesla continued to be rather vocal about this indignance and she knew she would have to heavily make it up to him.<br/><br/>As to Anton's query if that had been helpful enough, she sighed equally softly, "I'm not sure, I think I need a moment and see ..." and this time she stepped up to him and cupping her hand around his neck she stood on her toes and drew him down to her as her mouth met his. Her tongue swished tentatively across his lips and she felt his mouth part as it slowly found it's way to meet his. He tasted so good, he felt so good against her, and Stella kissed him back without reservation. Everything about this moment felt right, everything about this moment felt oddly predestined.