Where as Seth was surprised by her kiss, she too was surprised by his, but she did not pull away from it, instead she leaned into it. She blushed as he lapped his tongue gently across her lips and she gently returned the favor, before allowing her lips to part. Her tongue then played against his own as the kiss deepened; she could never grow tired, nor weary of this, not with Seth at least. She was addicted to him, every last thing of him, even the taste of him that lingered still on her tongue. She leaned in, her arms wrapping around his neck, body pressing as close as it could given their somewhat awkward postitioning on the bed.