Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment, still smiling, and started playing with the collar of his shirt idly. At first she was just touching it, gently brushing her fingers along the lines of the fabric, and then one of her fingers accidentally slipped and grazed his skin, which made her pause, but not for long. She abandoned the shirt and started touching his skin, just as gently but with more purpose now. He was warm and smooth, but a little rough as well, which was fascinating. She ran her fingers up and down his neck slowly, watching him breathe. She could do this forever, too.
But, soon enough, she raised her head and placed a kiss on one cheek as she touched the other. "Those are some awfully big words you're using, Tristan," she teased with a knowing smile, her voice a little lower than it normally was thanks to her crying. "Always. Anywhere." Another kiss, closer to his mouth. "I know you mean them." On the lips this time. "It'd be selfish of me not to reciprocate." She looked into his eyes for a long moment, saying what she needed to say without uttering a single word, and gave him a long, deep kiss.