"Tony..." She trailed off, unsure what to say where to go beyond whispering his name. She couldn't resist, first kissing his nose, then kissing the point of his chin. It felt better to know for sure, rather than having to guess. Especially when you could guess wrong. She didn't want to guess wrong with him. Now she didn't have to.
Shifting so that her elbows were just over his shoulders, her fingers sliding through his hair. She'd never get tired of just looking at him.