She kissed him again before the first one had fully finished settling.
Her hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of his face, her fingers pressing lightly into his jaw, her whole body leaning into it from where she was sitting on his leg.
He kissed her back properly this time, one hand finding her waist, the other at the back of her head, and she made a small sound against his mouth that had been sitting somewhere waiting to come out.
He moved his mouth from hers to her jaw, then down her neck, his lips finding the skin there, warm in the afternoon air that moved through the gondola at this height.
"Mm," she said, her head tilting back.
He kept going, his mouth working down her neck to her collarbone, and his hands found the buttons of her top, working them open one by one, unhurried about it.
She looked down at his hands and then at his face and didn't stop him.
He pushed the fabric aside and looked at her.
