Celine welcomed the kiss, her fingers moving from Ludwig's cheek to the back of his neck as she drew him closer. He wrapped an arm around her waist, though the distance between their chairs soon forced him to lean forward at an increasingly uncomfortable angle. He tried shifting without interrupting her and caught his knee against the table instead.
Celine drew back, her smile making it clear she had noticed.
"Are you comfortable?"
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask."
"Then why are you sitting like that?"
"Because someone's making it rather difficult to move."
She laughed and caught his hand, standing before the arrangement could claim another piece of furniture.
"Come here, then."
