As they kissed, their bodies moved in perfect harmony with the kiss, his hands roaming up and down her waist, squeezing the generous flare of her hips; hers sliding into his hair, tugging just hard enough to draw another low groan from him.
The world narrowed to the wet, heated glide of tongues, the soft smack of lips, the shared taste of gin and raw desire. Minutes stretched into an eternity of pure sensation, until finally, reluctantly, they broke apart.
Sophie's lips were swollen and glistening, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rested her forehead against his. Bruce's eyes burned into hers, dark with promise, his own chest heaving. A single strand of saliva still connected their mouths for a heartbeat before it snapped.
Bruce and Sophie remained close for a moment longer after their lips parted.
