There is something satisfying in that first moment, that kiss that turns into much more than a teasing brush of mouths, as if it's what they've been building up to since the second they started talking at the bar earlier tonight, and Ellen is content to linger in it for a little longer, but it doesn't mean she's against the idea of taking things another step further, and another after that. Right now, though, she finds a way to press forward and lean back simultaneously, her hips pivoting forward into his own as she arches against the hand resting against her skin, fingers spiderwebbing over her spine. She's in no hurry, though, but she is going to start taking those first steps, hands dropping down to smooth over his chest, pushing up underneath his jacket and coaxing it back over his shoulders.