[ Drake isn't certain this was right until Ephemera shifts up and closer to him, kissing back... and then it's more than right, it's perfect. Down to the protective hand on his neck. He shudders at the touch and slips his own hand back into Ephemera's hair. Tilts his head a little more, parting his lips to flick his tongue politely over Ephemera's bottom lip.
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One kiss, but he didn't say he'd make it quick. ]