Vianna returned Ferris's kiss as gently and sweetly as he awarded it to her, but there was still a bit of that hunger she had felt earlier lingering somewhere and it came through as her kisses turned a bit more enthusiastic, a bit hungrier and greedier. But she felt like she hadn't kissed him in far too long, like she hadn't even really had a chance to be close to him for too long, since things had turned rather awkward when they had transformed into a redheaded stranger and a thirteen-year-old girl. So all those times she had wished she could kiss him or hug him or hold his hand back then, built up to the rather hungry kiss the girl gave him now.