I see a wild civility;
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
--"Delight in Disorder" by Robert Herrick--
It was a chaste kiss. A soft pressure against his lips, but it was enough. She was clearly blushing when she pulled back and twisted to exit the car, but her nervousness turned into surprise when he gripped her wrist firmly, effectively stopping her departure. She turned back around and that was when his other hand grabbed her waist.
He leaned over his seat and pressed her gently against the door, bringing his mouth to her ear. "Where do you think you're going, you tempting little mouse," he whispered playfully.
He let his lips ghost over the appendage as he spoke and he felt her shiver even more than she already was, but she didn't pull away. He grinned against her ear and brought his hand from her waist, replacing it on her cheek. "You didn't give me enough time to react, Becky. I'm going to have to remedy that." He tilted her head up and placed a heated kiss at the curve of her jaw. He hummed when at the cute little gasp he got in return and then pulled back, readjusting his glasses.
"One day, I promise I'll repay you more appropriately, but it's getting rather late. Have a good night, Becky." He grinned casually at her, watching her color and then she was fumbling from her seat and out of the car.
The strange thing that about the moment: Scarecrow was still in Jonathan's mind. That had been Jon. Scarecrow was utterly silent. That had been Jon?! Jon had—
For the second time that night Scarecrow was shocked, though for a different reason.
You were right, Scarecrow, I do want her. So…how did I do?
"Wonderful," Scarecrow gaped, "absolutely…Where the hell'd that come from?! Damn, Jonny, I didn't know you had it in you!"
And he felt Jonathan grin in happiness. Gosh, he could just pinch that boy's cheeks; only he could go from suavely confident to heart-gushing adorable in the span of a minute.