Kate's eyes closed as she noticed Kaz lean in, the corners of her lips pulling and shaping them into a satisfied smile. This was no longer a novelty between them and yet, Kate cherished each and every kiss.

She focused on the firmness of Kaz's lips, on the softness to them too. On how he granted her entry as he had welcomed her into his heart. Kate licked carefully, exploring him as the richness of the chocolate and that hint of coffee invaded her senses.

Allowing him in, Kate's heart filled with pride over how far they've come. How natural he seems about it, having tamed part of his irrational fears in favor of what they were building together. Their kiss broke with the wet and quiet sound. His chin and nose no longer brushed her face, Kate couldn't feel his breathing caress her skin. But something of Kaz always lingered there. Like the awareness that he had stolen something and smugly held onto it.

Of course, she had given it freely.

"Not sure if that's a debt I'll ever be able to pay," she admitted playfully as she straightened up, her attention back on the dessert. This time, the finger of mousse she stole, ended in her own mouth. "How's work going?"