She should have seen it coming. What, with the way his tail had so skillfully ensnared her leg. The arms around her waist should have sent off alarm bells he's up to his old tricks, he's trying to distract you but it had been so long, that rather than brush off his advances, her body betrayed her, welcoming every touch, every embrace, and then --

Well, any momentary protest she'd made, died a swift and painless death as his lips worked against hers. Her eyes slip closed, her arms snaking up around his neck.

...what was it they were they talking about?