Re: John and Rosie leave the mess hall...
John's mouth closed on hers, the taste of her having tantalised him since their farewell kiss on Shangri-La. Fingers tightened on slim hips, the temptation to pick her up almost overwhelming. Instead he slid his hands around till one was pressing into the small of her back, the other sliding up the length of her back till it cradled the back of her head.