She looked up at him, breath coming more rapidly as he watched her, searching for something and she wished she knew what he was thinking. But when his lips touched her heart, she closed her eyes. "I know, baby," she breathed, completely understanding. One day, they would say it out loud, be able to find the words for it. For now, they had this, the physical expression for what they felt in their hearts. There was no sense of victory for wearing him down, only joy at being with him like this again.