When she returned his enthusiasm, Dempster moved further into the house, batting a hand behind him to swing the door shut without breaking contact. At her murmured greeting he made a sort of throaty sound in agreement. There was something in the air, he'd thought, and suddenly all his worry and all his relief and all his stress was breaking over him like a wave and here she was.
Wrapping his arms more securely around her, he lifted her quickly and wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing her as he moved across the room quickly, bumping her back gently against a wall and resting there.
Pulling back his eyes were wide and his lips pursed, "Missed doesn't begin to describe it," and he dipped his face again to nip her bottom lip, before leaning his forehead against hers and catching his breath, Lavender still suspended above the floor between him and the wall.