Anita shivers against him, power and relief flaring along every place they touch. His tongue in her mouth, the faint herbal taste to his mouth, the weight of him against her... it's like a puzzle piece fitting into place. The need to touch him, to be near him, is finally satisfied, and after an awkward moment, her hands delve into his hair. She tilts their head enough to deepen the kiss, to press a little closer to him with a soft moan.