'Oh really... see who's getting used to this.' Ned thought.
Enamored, he mimicked the action, letting his tongue taste and feel the texture of her supple lips. He pulled back to see her reaction. Her smile was a mile wide, and when her eyes opened, they appeared to be hazy.
She stared to tell him, 'You're pretty good at that' but only got as far as 'you're pret-' before he was coming back in for more.
She couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of the interruption. It was contagious, and soon, he was laughing while his lips were touching hers. They pulled away from each other as their giggling became unmanageable.
"Hey, stop laughing!" Ned managed in between his own barely controlled laughter, a grin betraying the seriousness of his words.
"I can't!" Beatrix was nearly doubled over at this point, control completely lost.