[Kiraki sighed, almost feeling the need to bite her lip to maintain her self control. She and Mamoru had scarcely seen each other since their reunion. While they were able to talk often on an encrypted channel on their communicators, (courtesy of Umie). Kiraki was someone who very strongly craved physical contact and affection even if she wished that she could be as satisfied as Mamoru was.
She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb along his jawline.]

You're the better talker, but I'm the one who's all prettied up for a reason. [She said with a small smirk.] You take the lead, and I'll follow you. I'll be able to distract anyone we come into contact with if they get suspicious.

[She kissed him in return as a part of the charade, and as an excuse for their faces to remain close and their voices low. Even so, she couldn't help but make it a little rougher and more passionate than Mamoru's had been. She lingered again, her breathing becoming a little bit heavy. The hand that held his, moving their hands below the table to rest on his mid-thigh.]