Mary hadn't had much time to get used to the idea that it was really, truly, okay to touch Johnny in some of the more intimate ways that she'd grown used to in her time, or that she could just kiss him and she wouldn't scare him off. There hadn't been much time since he'd made that first move that they hadn't both been either in danger or recovering. Even now, she could feel the scars that were a reminder of her experience with the New Dietrich slayer. The physical wounds were still hearing and the emotional scars would most likely take far longer. And yet, she was slowly on her way to being close to whole again. And he was here, and he was whole.
He didn't want her to have to go through however long she would be like this alone. She swallowed the lump in her throat and met his eyes.
"Same here," she said softly.
The only good thing about the abduction that she'd seen so far was the prospect of being able to keep Johnny company through the years. Ever since she'd found out about who and what he truly was, she couldn't help but think about how lonely he must have been before she'd met him, and how lonely he would probably be after she was gone. Living forever meant watching everyone and everything you cared about pass away and she hadn't envied him that.
She reached up again, her hand coming to rest on the edge of Johnny's vest, fingers tracing the fabric as she shifted just a little bit closer, closing the gap entirely. She rocked onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his.