[She lets out a jittery laugh, but before she can answer, he doesn't give her a chance to fill the space between them with more words (but for a second, just a brief one, she thought she caught a hint of color in his expression).

The distance is closed. He kisses her first and her eyes widen in surprise (in a way, she thought she'd end up doing it first), but not long after, she reciprocates gently. Her lips softly sigh over his, as if finally satisfied and truly content. Maybe, for the moment, words were unneeded.

Sitting up on her knees, Iona's hands move to his shoulders before drawing away from him. She's practically glowing and it wouldn't be a great shock if she just burst into fireworks from sheer happiness. She holds up a finger, shaking it, not to reprimand, but...]

I'm... That. I definitely wanted to do that for a while. And... [She beams at him.]

I would like to do more of in the future. If you'll have me! Because after that, there's no way I'm letting you go.

[So she declares boldly, but she does so with a rare shyness.]