Delight spread through his skin from beneath the tips of her fingers. His heart thrummed an insistent rhythm that almost seemed to want to pulse through his chest. His breaths fell quicker against her lips, kisses suffering for lessened control and coordination in a mimicry of drunkenness.

They really probably should stop, but thoroughly ensnared by her warmth and closeness, Eleven found his hand sliding around her waist, drawing her in through the growing haze steadily muting out more reasonable lines of thought.