His tongue was not shy, as it dared her own lips to open. She felt her breath catch as her own tongue grazed against his. She felt her more developed chest press against solid form, taste the familiar tartness of his mouth. His hand crept up from her hip, slowly spreading against her breast. The smallest pressure felt like a wave of dragon fire against her skin. She moaned quietly into his mouth. In his own excitement, as he tried to deepen their kiss and push her against the wall, he knocked over the suit of armor. They both watched in fear as the suit fell, and the resounding CRASH of the metal reverbated off the hall. 