A little less gentle this time, a little more blunt with his need, and her tongue touched his lips and his mouth opened, and … oh. She had missed everything about him — his manic enthusiasm, his one suit, his perpetual alien faux-pas — but this she missed most keenly. He’d never been good with words, chattering all the time but rarely about things that mattered, and his feelings for her were never made more plain than when he touched her. With the stutter of breath, the blush of skin, the taste of sweat and the pounding of blood, he didn’t try to hide or deflect anything. He was here with her, worshiping with hands and lips and body, and the rest of the universe could be on fire and he wouldn’t have given it a second glance.
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