She doesn't step away. Her glance lands on his mouth. She thrums with a certain willingness, although there's some hesitation. Tommy easily picks up on all these signs, and as far as he's concerned, there's only one direction for him to take this.

"They can wait two seconds, can't they?"

Before she can answer, he lightly grasps the side of her neck, fingers sliding into her hair, and he bends to kiss her -- chaste by his standards, but heated and passionate with just a trace of desperation for contact. It's the contact he craves, that high that comes from giving in to the attraction, consequences be damned.