Night Sky felt her cheeks flush, and she was so tempted to just say fuck it to the s'mores and kiss him again, harder, longer.

Soon. She did turn her head to kiss his temple. "I like that you're mine." She murmured into his hair. "And I plan to keep you, sweet thing."

Night Sky urged his stick back, the marshmallow nice and toasty brown. She gathered up the crackers and chocolate. "Here hold this." She handed him said cracker and chocolate, then grabbed the marshmallow and squished it onto the chocolate. "Okay, now you get another cracker and squish it all together."