The sensation of his hands on her body was old and familiar. It was as if they had never been apart, never been put on pause. As he commented on the old days, she let him pull her close. One arm hooked around his neck while the other hand rested on his shoulder, aiding him in hoisting her up slightly. Her leg lifted, knee brushing the outer side of his.
"We still have life left in us," she breathed in response, keening in joy as he peppered her skin with kisses. Her fingers slid through his hair, pausing as he said her name.
She returned the kiss full force, letting her body do the talking. It was much more articulate than she was at the moment, anyway.