"Impossible? Nothing is impossible with the right gear." - The Mighty Mecha Bible
When Wulff mashed his mouth against Ursy's, he expected her to fight. For one thing, she'd made it clear their last kiss left her unimpressed and possibly even more annoyed with him than before. Secondly, he'd seen the way she struggled for air, and here he was holding her prisoner.
But he had a good reason. He shared his breath. A completely altruistic kiss.
Did that mean he didn't enjoy the feel of her mouth against his?
Oh, he liked it, make no mistake. He took great pleasure out of having his mouth latched to hers, giving her air. Enjoyed even more the way she clung to him, legs locked around his waist, arms holding him tight while he plodded along the bottom, the weight of his boots increased with just a press of a button. Better to walk along the bottom than deal with the rough seas on the surface.