Sitting up beside her, Terence reached up to cup her cheek, his eyes seeming to search her features, memorize them, memorize this moment in time so fully and completely--
For the first time in his life, Terence regretted not having a pensieve, a place to store and relive this same moment over and over again, keeping it safe and keeping it all his forever. It was rather silly in a way-- her, completely dressed, him, entirely not-- but all he could think about was her-- her, this amazing, incredible woman that actually loved him. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, almost chastely, before resting his forehead to hers.