“Mmm,” Rose agreed with a soft moan into the kiss, because this really was so very right. She tightened her leg around his hip, smiling at the way it pressed him against her, at the way his lips felt against hers when he spoke of a possible future for them. It had always been possible, but now it just felt doubly so, like a shared desire to continue travelling, but doing it together rather than just meeting up occasionally. She kissed him deeply, slowly, wanting to taste how that dream that sounded so wonderful to her tasted… it tasted like Rolf.
“You, me, curses and beasties,” she whispered huskily, making no move to draw back just to speak as her fingers caressed up into his short hair. “Work and make love.” Teasingly she licked his upper lip. “Not necessarily in that order.”