He had time to register the fact that she called him Richard before the kiss came. He gave into her, his own lips pressed as his head tilted to search her more. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, his own arms went around her waist. They stayed that way for a while, and his tongue started to gently probe forward as his hands moved up her shirt. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight, since the sleeping bag was still rolled up, but he wanted to kiss her for just a little longer. To feel her tongue against his and enjoy the feeling of his bulge pressed against her.<br/><br/>After a while, he pulled slowly away and smiled “Hold that thought” he whispered deeply, and carefully walked back to the bag. Carefully because he felt high enough on her to stagger, and that wouldn’t be any good for anyone. He took the sleeping bag and laid it out close enough to feel the fire, without being unsafe. And wriggled his finger to her in a ‘come here’ gesture as the light of the fire played across his body. “Come on over, Emily. We’ve got a lot to talk about” he said, with the devil in his eyes.<br/><br/>