'Oh, Keith, I'm sorry! Is this not comfortable for you?'
'No, no, quite comfortable.' Keith took a breath and steadied himself, adjusting the position of his feet upon the ground between the wiry stems of the heather and placing his hand more firmly between Ewen's chest and his shoulder, where the rough wool of his plaid was warm against Keith's fingers. ''Tis only... unaccustomed.' And he raised his eyes to meet Ewen's, one corner of his mouth curving upwards as he did so. 'I have very little experience of kissing anyone quite so immoderately tall as you are, you see.'
Ewen gave a soft little laugh, hardly more than a breath, and tightened his own arm round Keith's waist. 'I must apologise for not thinking of it,' he said, and interrupted himself to press a brief kiss to Keith's hair before continuing, 'I shall try to make it easier for you, then. Do you think you might get used to it?'
Keith brought his free hand up to stroke the side of Ewen's neck, where a few strands of hair from behind his ear had come loose from his queue. 'Do you know, I think I could,' he said, in a mock-musing tone which did very little to hide or disguise the expression of the deep joy welling up in his heart. 'But I shall want much more practice at it, if I am to do that,' he added.
And Ewen, steadying his hold on Keith's waist and bending his head carefully down to Keith's level, was very happy to oblige him.