His lips

She moved forward, and he smirked at her intent to kiss him. Then he realized where she planned to kiss him, and his smile faded. He opened his mouth, but it was too late, her lips were on his, and in a second, her tongue slid into his mouth. His tongue responded, like a wild beast, and she could feel energy welling up, in her body and in his, reaching up, through their tongues, and winding around each other in the same way as the tongues, writhing on each other in a way that felt almost sexual.

The energies began to move past their kiss, and Sarah felt more and more power welling up within her. She could control it, she realized, and not just her power. She could control all of the energy in the room, including, in this moment, the energy of the demon. If she did nothing, they would each get a portion of the other's energy, but she could withhold her own, or reject his. Or maybe she would do the opposite, poring more of her energy into him, or pulling out as much of his as she could. Or maybe there was more she could do, and she just hadn't realized the full scope of her options.