Knuckles only parted their lips when he needed to catch his breath for a moment, and in that moment he looked so different. His eyes... They could best be described as intense. He stared down at her for a few long moments, eyes locked on hers. "..." He looked like he tried to find words to say, and he struggled with it. He wanted to tell her so many things, and tried to find a way to say it, but nothing felt right. He gave up. He wasn't good with words. He was much better with actions.

Giving a low grunt, he leaned forward again and kissed her lips. Then her cheek, and down to her neck, taking his time and lingering along the way. As he did, his hands moved to her legs, trailing up her thighs, over her hips and up her sides, as if he were trying to commit her every curve to memory.