Permission granted, Chloe doesn't hesitate any longer. But it doesn't mean she goes in all guns blazing, either. The kiss they shared before was borne of fear and sadness and a longing for care. She wouldn't take it back, but this time she wants it to be different. For the affection she has for him to not get lost or diluted in mixed messages. Chloe is most comfortable in the vague; dwelling in perhaps and maybe so she may remain innocuous and malleable.

In this moment, she wants to be clear.

Closing the gap, her lips find his. At first, she only gives sweet little pecks and hums against his lips. There's no need to rush. No need to be frantic.

He wants.

And she's special to him, too.

One peck gradually becomes a deeper kiss. Her hand leaves his cheek so both of hers can weave their way into his hair. As her tongue finds his, her body manages to press closer still. Almost feeling overloaded, she breaks the kiss only so she can whine.

So he can hear her make that noise.

Then her mouth is back to seeking his.