He turned to face her, sliding both hands up to her neck and brushing her cheeks with his thumbs.<br/><br/>"Mikoto," he said, "I'm not mad, what I am, is scandalously happy, and I didn't think this was really fit for company."<br/><br/>He pushed himself up against her, against the wall, pressing his lips to hers. Instead of sustaining the kiss, with the passion he felt, he pressed four or five short kisses to her lips before moving along her cheek and pressing a kiss to the corner of her jaw, just below her ear. He whispered to her, breathing heavily out of desire against her chest.<br/><br/>"Actually," he said, "I am mad. Cruel timing must be your speciality, because now I'm going to spend the rest of the night wanting to kiss every inch of you, and its going to have to wait until after dinner."<br/><br/>He moved his gaze downward, his lips pressing next to her collarbone, and then back up to her neck. He didn't want to venture any further, knowing that with just a few more kisses, he wouldn't be, well, painfully hard, for their return to their company.