Oh, that kiss had embarrassed her, but in mostly good ways. And it probably gave Mamoru more insight into the girl's true self. Mostly up until her friends had coughed to get their attention, she loved kissing him. That stern demeanor of her's melted and she easily relaxed.

And then the teasing had started and he learned she got shy easily, covering it up with threats of violence against her friends she never went through. When she loved somebody, she basically became a kitten.

And blushed a pretty shade of pink, different from the red flush of arousal on her cheeks now, starting to stain it's way down her neck. She moves against him, moaning from his own response to her teasing, and bends to kiss him one more time, nibbling his lips before she pulls away. "Me too...love ya a lot..."

She doesn't really have any real experience in this area either. Just romance novels nobody but Mamoru knows she reads. Just enough to get her in trouble. "Mm...Y-you can...take my bra off if you want." Not like he can't see her nipples poking through the white cotton materiel. If anything, she hates the fact she can only sort of feel his warm hands, not get more wonderful skin on skin contact.

Speaking of that...she needs to finish working off that pesky shirt of his.