Karas had not locked eyes with her long, had they lingered he may have seen her growing blush as his head instead found her shoulder. Hearing the giggle in reply with her words whispering into his ear, making him hold her tighter as her hands brushed across his skin feeling the tingling warmth spread through him from her. Eventually those hands found his back and were healing his wounds that brought a content sigh from him as she began. A soft murr leaving his lips at her returning the thank you.<br/><br/>Finding himself attempting to pull back only to feel her arms remain around him as she asked him to wait. Curious his eyes looked at her face and eyes, noticing the heated blush that had spread across her face when a bolt of lightning danced on by. With the storm still around, the rain beginning to let up no longer falling in heavy drops that beat against them. Becoming a soft mist that would keep them damp. Yet it was not the weather that captivated him, nor the running water racing down her face and hair it was the rise of her face towards his own. Those soft lips pressed up against his, at first he was shocked by the tender moment. A moment going by as his mind raced before he let it all go and decided to return it with what felt right. In reaction his arms would find themselves around her, hands running down across her back dancing fingers around the bases of her wings. Eyes closing as his lips return the kiss in the excitement, a fierce passionate appreciation and willingness to embrace her like this.<br/><br/>Moments later his fingers would have ventured down her leathers, to her bottoms. Brushing down over her rear clad in the leather before his fingers would squeeze through the leathers, to that yielding firm flesh beneath as he pulls her up against his body. Relieving her need to remain on her toes to kiss him, this change meant her head was just a touch higher than his. Should she wrap her legs around him he would freely fondle her firm rear through the leathers, going from one kiss to the next not allowing her to retreat now that she had started something he wouldn't let her run from it. Excitement, freedom, appreciation, and now a strong passionate yearning had joined the mix. Somehow Analee had sparked something within him, something instinctual that he had yet to understand. A smoldering force of passion rose from within him to give to her eagerly in their kissing. If Analee could tell he was inexperienced with kissing, he made up with eagerness quickly learning as his lips enjoyed the sensation of her own brushing across hers going from the light kiss she had started to perhaps lips dancing against one another in a heated make out. Breathing through his nose when he could, though it was becoming difficult with his lips locked up in hers.