His tongue slips past her lips, softly tasting her mouth, sighing as he brushes the tip against her own tongue. He finds it all so sweeter than ever before, as if rediscovering all these things with her has him realizing how much more wonderful she is than his memory served him.

God, is he glad he doesn't have to survive on memories alone anymore. He doesn't know how he ever managed to go on without this - without her.