With a heartfelt passion equal to his own, she kissed him back in the dewy grass, the music of the party having given way with their flight from the house to the orchestra of night, breeze rustling leaves, crickets chirruping happily on all sides.  Her soft lips parted easily for the probe of his tongue now, accepting it in to dance her own curiously alongside it.<br/><br/>Her own hand clenched and loosened upon his green, velvety shirtfront, lost in the kiss, in the touch - until his touch moved, sliding downward over the inward curve of her lower back, and up over the swell of her rump.<br/><br/>With a soft gasp, her mouth broke from his, head lifting to stare wide-eyed down at him. His hand was..... and... and she did not mind it, she realized. Slowly smiling, she gave a tiny nod, and bent int o kiss him again, pressing her youthfully curving body unabashedly against his own now.