Showing a fair bit of dexterity, the gnome rolls her body to allow her to wrap her still-cuffed hands around your neck, pulling herself in a delightful slide against your abs and breasts until at last her lips press against yours. Weary and drained as she may be, the little gnome's fire still burns plenty bright through her kiss, and her tongue seems to dance against yours for an eternity before she finally pulls away.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Th-at was nice." Small green eyes sparkle mischievously as the little gnome lets her weight fall back, gently urging you into a position where she can nuzzle into the curve of your neck and shoulders. "The others c-an just play catch-up... I don't re-ally want to move from this spot..."