Elann could feel the rapidly dissolving tension in her husband as she read and brought him into simmering delight. Much of her writing was visual as well as emotional. She in fact was a very emotional woman and it expressed itself in her writing. He would feel too through the bond her memories abounding in emotion as she read what she wrote. She saw things in a different light than him. To Noah, nature was his world and he fought and survived in it, Elann was a new being looking into the glass from the outside, seeking to jump inside and be with her husband in the crazy world he lived in. It gave her that unique view on things she didn't often see, such as clouds and fighting squirrels.

She took notice of her husband's movement, ready to help him as he moved to his back. She enjoyed the fact he had volunteered that he liked kissing her. That was something good to remember. Sometimes she just wrote romantic things he had said to her, words that stuck out, even if he himself didn't think much of them. Eventually settled, she watched as he romantically caressed her arm. Eyes of interest set on the fingers and eventually up to him as he relaxed and spoke to her on more of the things he enjoyed. They brought a warm smile upon her face, especially as he lingered a moment. Her eyes studied him curiously as he thought and then as she was asked to kiss him, she seemed like it made her happy; and the bond confirmed it. 

Rising, she shifted half out of the blanket so her top half was on him uncovered and the bottom half still under the blanket. She lay down gently on his chest and came above his mouth.

"I guess you do deserve some kisses since you won the game, hmm?"

She brought her hands up to his hair and slowly lowered onto his lips, sensually kissing him. Despite her cold body, her lips were warm, almost hot due to her talking. She was quickly regulated by him and his lips to a nice warm temperature where she fell deeper into kissing him. In her mind she remembered the words she had written in the past, the words she wanted to write now about his kiss and his embrace; how she was spurned on to kiss him as much or as little as he wanted. She had a desire for him and if he had not pushed her away, she would course her hands across his chest in a loving way, seeking to increase his passion for her by hitting the spots that thrilled him.