Delsin has to kiss yours.

      arms that takes her right into his
      embrace. the firm grip around her waist, that
      gentle tug to hold her close. brown hues catch
      the other into an exchanging gaze; fueling the
      silence which stretches between them. not a
      warning, not a thought crosses his mid; and
      so with that being he closes in the last few 
      inches. lips latching onto the other pair for
      a soft peck, then tongue slides into her mouth.

      his hand interwining with her hair;
      cradling her head; as delsin presses firmly,
      one last exotic kiss before he pulls away.