[Her hooves flail in the air as she's knocked on her back, attempting to shove him off of her. He always did have the size advantage there. But then she freezes as he kisses her, a hoof still on his chest and intent to push him away, before gradually she relaxes, lifting her head to return the kiss.

He may not notice, but Liz faintly notices a warm feeling in her lips, slowly washing over her face, color returning to it in full bloom, spreading through her mane, down her back and all the way to the tip of her tail.]