[Loss is the thing they both share, the one constant in both their lives. And like Kitty, he's never learned to stop holding, stop trying to cling on as long as he's able.
He kisses her urgently until the initial surge of longing has died down a little and then he kisses her long and deep, one hand combing through her hair, gentling her, until finally he pulls back altogether. One last soft kiss on her open lips and he steps back, pulling off his coat and spreading it out on the floor in the dusty corner, half out of the lantern light, in the shadows where, perhaps, their love belongs.]
Lay down, gorgeous. Let me make love to you, this one last time.