Her fingers trailed up his chest,
slowly drifting past his face,
not staying still for even a second
Her hands tangled in his hair,
pushing his hat back and off
Her playful smirk was enough of a clear reminder to him
of who she was
and how strong she was
She pressed closer,
leading him into a kind of dance
that only their lips and tongues could catch up to
It pooled a passion in his belly
of a desire that clung to her lips,
clung to her kiss
His hands found her waist,
holding close to it,
and softly massaging his fingers along her hips,
smiling as her lips guided his along
Nino could only feel Alya's presence
as his eyes shut,
fluttering against her lashes
and leaving the both of them giddy with its gentleness.