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[ There's a tiny part of his brain that's screaming about professionalism, about not blurring the line between his work life and his personal life, about not endangering his mission by getting too entangled in what he's doing, but that part is easy to ignore, or to at least explain away.

Tonight isn't a threat. Tonight is about establishing the validity of their relationship, being seen together in public, spending time together so they are comfortable with each other in the way that couples in relationships are supposed to be. It's alright to get a little entangled in that case. He's her boyfriend. He should be entangled.

He drops her hand and lets it slip behind her neck, fingers sliding into her hair as he tilts her head gently so he can close the distance between them and press his lips to hers. ]

There.

[nomos]

[ his hand on her neck feels impossibly large, safe and warm, and dani tips her head back, lets him tilt it - and then, for a moment, they're kissing. it's chaste, just a press of his lips against hers, lingering for barely a moment.

it ends, and dani licks her lips, slowly smiling. ]

You call that a kiss? [ despite her words, her tone is soft. pleased. ]

[warriorborn]

[ He should have known it wouldn't be good enough for her. Danielle is like Gwen in that if you give her an inch, she'll expect a mile, and a simple kiss will never satisfy her when she could have so much more.

At least, not when she's proving a point, it seems, to him or herself or the room at large.

He lifts his eyebrows at her and doesn't remove his hand from the back of her neck. ]

You think you can do better?

[nomos]

I think we can.

[ it takes two to tango, after all - though dani's not much of a tango dancer. but she is one hell of a kisser, if she may say so herself, and so she curls her hands in his hair, pulling his head back down, and sets out to prove it.

the kiss starts slow, but where benedict had drawn away before, she lingers, deepening it, letting her tongue slide against his lower lip, flicking playfully against the corner of his mouth. ]