( ivan could punch the air out of sheer happiness, or do like he used to do as a kid and yell excitedly some war cry miles had picked up from his grandfather. there's no grand sweeping orchestra or a shower of flower petals or any of the sort of tropes he's wonders if elizabeth would enjoy just for the novelty of it, but ivan is going to be the last person to complain about this.

her lips are soft, skin warm under his hands -- he couldn't ask for a better person to kiss or a place to kiss him at this very moment. and her reaction only encourages him; the grin he gives her is blinding. )

Sure. But, uh-- let me-- ( he cups the side of her face with one hand, the other going down to settle at her waist and pulling her close so that she's more flush to his chest. he has to bend down somewhat to kiss her again, but he doesn't-- not yet. ) This is probably a bit easier -- you can put your arms around my neck if you want.

( or anywhere, he doesn't mind. )