Oh. Oh, really. That's how it was going to be then, was it? Two could play that game, though she was going to up the stakes rather significantly. But if you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen, Steve.

Her jaw dropped in comical outrage at the pinch and that jibe about the kisses they'd shared. It was a struggle to keep her own grin at bay, and she moved to grip his chin gently but firmly between her thumb and forefinger, making sure he didn't go anywhere. "I'll show you passable," she muttered with that same mischief before leaning in to kiss him again - a very different kiss, more about tasting and exploration, conveying passion rather than just affection.

Steve should be glad they were in public, or she might have climbed into his lap right then and really shown him what she could do. Kissing like that may have been new to her, but she had hundreds of borrowed memories in her mind that lent more than a few tips to her technique.