Buffy let go of the cigarette in her hand when he pulled her against him. She arched up further into the kiss and wound her other arm around his waist, slipping her hand up underneath the wife beater he wore. His skin was almost hot against her palm and absently she thought she'd never get tired of that warmth. His heart was banging in his chest and hers tripped along a bit faster in response. She murmured his name against his mouth as she tiptoed a little trying to get impossibly closer.