That's what I said.

[He's not making an obvious movements to offer her another cookie, suggesting that, yes, cookie is very much the code word for kiss.]

[When Vivian backs away for a moment, he takes that moment to break away as well to speak with a breathless, sort of exhilarated tone.]

You're a really good kisser.

[And then he comes back for more, and, oh, maybe they shouldn't be on display in the lobby like this?? Yeah, he'll just be guiding Vivian into the kitchen while making out with her.]

[He leans with her, kissing her deeply as he weaves one hand through her short, soft hair, while the other is pressed up against and supporting the small of her back.

A few more quiet, heat-filled moments filled with pleasured hums and moans, before Ted breaks away for a moment, taking a brief gasp.]

Maybe we should get a room.

I got a place up on the third floor.

[While he may not be furiously making out with Vivian for these few brief seconds, rest assured, the activity will be resumed as soon as they've decided their preferred room.]

[Ted responds at about the same volume, his voice slightly raspy.]

I can't hear you over the magic fairy love dust.

[His lips pull back into a smile before he leans forward, kissing Vivian.]

[It goes on like this for awhile, and they must be quite lucky, as no one comes to use the staircase.

It's Ted who finally, slowly, moves his head back, and just looks into Vivian's eyes for a moment, a small, placated smile on his face.]

That was nice.

[If it'd been any other guy, and even a different situation, Ted wouldn't have noticed. But the fairy dust just had them staring so obviously into each other's eyes, commenting on how pretty they were, even if they were love-drugged.

He tilts his head slightly, a puzzled expression on his face as he speaks gently.]

Your eyes...

[Oh, was that all? Ted gently runs a hand down her side, exhaling gently. Maybe that fairy dust hadn't worn completely off, or maybe it was the heat from the moment, but god, Vivian look so pretty to him right now.]

I'm kind of turned on, too.

[He found it charming, how she'd blushed when she'd admitted it. Like she was embarrassed, even after he'd just had the most wonderful make-out with her. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

In the back of his mind, he was wondering. Should he be ashamed, embarrassed, like her? They'd literally only just met in person, hardly knew each other over the journals, and yet, here they were, sharing an intimate moment long after the effects of the fairy dust had faded. Something had to be going very, very right, because even as he took this into mind, even after they broke off the kiss, he didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable.]