Dejah leaned into him a bit more at the second kiss. She met his insistence with her own, tipping her cheek more to his touch to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted slowly again.

His heat seemed very different than the heat of Barsoom. It seemed to draw heat forth from her, making her cheeks flush. Dejah didn't want to admit that her knees were growing weak. She adjusted her arms a bit, bringing one hand up to slide along his jaw and into his hair. As she did this, Dejah rested on knee on an empty section of his chair. She leaned over him a bit - not quite settling into his lap, but close.

It occurred to Dejah that she was enjoying this a bit too much. But in this moment, she didn't care. She just succumbed to the feeling, and made no effort to pull away.