He's certainly not in any rush, and it's not like he's starving either. On the other hand, he's missed this so much, her scent and her voice, the sound of her laugh, the curve of her smile, the taste of her kiss. It seems much more imperative to keep kissing her than to do anything else.

He could stay like this for hours or days on end, he thinks. Just holding each other, kissing and stroking each other's hair, waiting until every part of him is filled with her, and he feels whole again.

His head tilts to deepen the kiss, his fingers continuing to stroke her hair while his other arm curls tighter around her, tugging her closer to him.