Before he knew it, she’d taken charge of the situation and had planted a kiss on him first. Right out in the open. He did not realize the small group of his coworkers that had begun to gather at the other end of the hall, likely wondering if hell had frozen over. Unsurprisingly, the auror he loved was enjoyable to kiss - and he did so - wrapping both arms around her and pressing her to him passionately. His cane, all together forgotten, dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He marveled at the softness of her. For a woman so strongwilled, he had half-expected her to be made of something more firm - not stone exactly, but perhaps something with just a tad more give, like wood.