He’s so tall! She has to stretch way up, and tilt her head back to reach. Her hands close tightly on his from the struggle to keep her balance, but she isn’t going to let go, not for the world.
Percival pulls back for an instant, but only to readjust and smile. He releases her hands and puts one of his on her waist, one on the side of her neck. Before kissing her again, he leans in to speak softly into her ear, “Thank you, you are so beautiful.”
His breath beside her throat makes her shiver. He’s not one of those knights whose very voice turns women weak (Mordred, Gwaine), but to have him speak right in her ear like that sends crinkles down her spine. “You’re welcome,” she starts, and then he’s kissing her again, and she gets her arms around his neck and hangs on. For her first kisses, she hopes she’s doing okay.