Caught by surprise at the intensity of her strike, Gerrard almost misses the opportunity to deflect and grapple her. Lenally finds in a flash that the hand she struck for again seems to disappear from her line of sight and then snake around her wrist, twisting and pulling as he steps back, only to find herself in a firm arm bar pressing her tightly to his front. The lean muscles she feels against her hand leave little from the tatters of her expectations moments ago, it seems Gerrard isn't as much of a prissy princess as she had thought. Lenally's struggles press her tighter against him, as he feels more of him, reminding her that he is very much a male.<br/><br/>Whispering into her ear, she feels his breath hot and moist against her neck, "Things are never quite what they appear to be, you are so much more than the seeming wannabe warrior princess. You move with grace, with eager anticipation of the battle lust, like any seasoned warrior, but you have not been jaded by the horrors of the fields." Gently she feels the touch of lips to her neck, teasingly light but more than enough to give rise to her blood pressure. Slipping back from the kiss she can almost taste his breath upon her skin, splashing across her bare unprotected neck, the arm bar keeping her back against him. She can feel the shift in his weight and hold as his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, his forearm brushing across her flat muscled stomach. He gently turns her to meet his gaze, as he leans in to kiss her tenderly, deeply. He doesn't seem to take from her with his kiss, but seems to be trying to stir something within her, his touch lightens as the kiss goes on. After what feels like years still locking lips with the petite princess in his grasp he starts to explore with his tongue.