<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He was confused as well, obviously.  But, when Isulura leaned forward, that confusion skyrocketed.  Until she pressed her lips to his.  Instinctively, his hands came up, one cupping the back of her head, holding her close as his lips met her's.  The other caressed her lekku as if he was running his fingers through someone's hair.  Torven maintained the kiss for a few seconds, radiating all the affection, no, love might be a better word, that he'd bottled up for years.<br/><br/>Finally, he moved his hands, allowing her to draw back if she wished.