Pushing her fingers into Clara's hair, she pulls her in closer, with a desperation that was almost an ache. She wasn't thinking about Gareth's brothers or the reception she was likely to get there, wasn't thinking of how she needed to find Arthur again or what she would do to move forward. All she knew was that Gareth was here, again, and that her lips were warm and sweet and hers, fully, at least for the moment.