Seamus was acting entirely on instinct, what felt good and right and to hell with the rest of it. The rest of the world was completely wrong why couldn't they have just one thing that felt right no matter what strange circumstances brought it back.
Seamus flecked his fingers, sliding underneath the fabric of her top finally reaching warm smooth skin. He pressed his forehead to hers, his breath already hitch a bit. "So I've been thinking." He said in reply to her greeting. All his gift for glibness gone. His fingers tightened before he could speak again, pulling them together even closer, if that were possible.
"And this is all I can think about. All I want to think about." That was probably the more accurate way to put it.