[ you're beautiful. it's not something she would have dreamed of him saying, but of course he would. sam thinks she's beautiful. (despite what she is, the things she's done, what she's capable of.) the way he looks at her (always), the way he touches her; there's love there, understanding, acceptance.
the words clench her heart painfully, even as she takes that sentiment as he means it, because there's always those thoughts at the back of her mind: (this isn't her face. these aren't her hands, the ones she's stained with blood. katherine was her long before she existed.)
but he means them, and katherine doesn't exist, and this is world where she's the girl she wants to be. so she'll kiss him. (she'd kiss him no matter the reality.) it's full of love, longing, desire. she presses closer, her bare skin to his, her arms moving around his shoulders, her fingers finding his hair. she knows what she wants. it's simple, for once, and honest: him. ]