Jono had brought this upon himself, hadn't he? With that brilliant idea to send a kiss to her chakra like that. He'd totally gone and brought this upon himself and his mind was reeling and if he had a pulse it would be rushing and ohgodtongue.

Jonothon was not about to complain.

And the thought, drifting into his wide-open mind as clearly as though she had spoken it aloud, was answered in a stream of emotion to match, returning the sentiment as clearly as he possibly could while attempting to return that very demanding kiss. With tongue. And then with teeth. He'd totally be using teeth right now if he had teeth to be using, after all.