He makes a low sound of surprise when she tugs him closer. Her lips are soft and sweet, and he still tries to be polite at first. However as they linger the pretense of chastity falls away around a heat and sparkle that he didn't expect.

Carbon scale, falling away and revealing the first facets of a hot diamond.

In the space of a sigh, intrigue and a few other impulses are finally allowed to take hold. He finally straightens, the mistletoe letting go of its hold, but he doesn't quite want to leave the space beneath it yet. That stupid notice falls to the floor in a papery flutter, and his arms lace behind her back as he angles his head to deepen the kiss.