Veronica had had two scenarios in mind when she'd kissed him, he'd back down nervously, or this. Lord, this. She couldn't remember, in the instant that his lips touched hers, which she would have preferred two minutes ago. Just knew that she couldn't even pretend to be annoyed at him for it, tilted her head a little as she returned his kiss. Enjoyed the warmth of the closeness, his mouth, the urgency there.
She'd missed this.
And thinking about the months away, the look on his face when he'd tossed someone's lunch over Sorokin and the look he had given her at the end of the fight she smiled a little, breaking the contact of their mouths. "Okay, okay, I missed you too, really." But she kissed him again, moved her hands to cup his face gently.