The shift in angle is a small surprise, but not jarring enough to force her to shift in turn, or to move away - and yet she realizes the comfort factor in his lingering on the floor like that is probably nonexistent at this juncture. There's no haste in her movements, though the less time he has to kneel like that, the better, and she uses her touch on his face, her fingertips skating along his jaw, to guide them both into standing, slowly rising to her feet.

It's almost better, than the first kiss. There's another layer to this one, as though each one is delving deeper into feelings she thought she'd long since stifled before now. It makes her want to hover in his space as long as she can, even as the kiss tapers off naturally, her nose nudging along his cheek as her arms slide around him, preserving that nearness.