Fleur looked up at Bill, eyes soft as she kissed him back, drowning in the feeling of it, and the affection of it all. It had been too long. They had been distracted with trying to fix the world, and Fabien, who still required much of their attention.
She allowed her hands to wander, even as her hips canted up in offering thoughtlessly. "Bill." She murmured, when she had to break the kiss, still amazed at him, that he existed, that he was with her, that they were together.