There's no reason her touch should make his heart skip. She's touched his cheek and kissed him a hundred times, probably in the last day. His grin is bright and wide, though, and he receives her kiss eagerly, chuckling at her teasing invite, a wave of...something going through him at it being offered again.

"I frankly couldn't give a chocobo's ass what the neighbors think," he informs her. And this time while he kisses her, he guides her hips to his, rolling his growing bulge against the front of her dress. He curls an arm around her to keep her there, the other coming to run over her breast, fingertips teasing the edge of the fabric.

The temptation is too great, and he bends his head down as he slides his hand inside her dress, pushing the fabric away to expose her breast to the sun for a brief moment before he envelops it with his mouth, biting at her nipple as he rocks against her, bolstered by the strange zing of being outside where someone could catch them.

Let them. Right now, she was his.