Melinda followed him easily towards the sofa. A smile lingered on her lips as she watched him. Even as he sat, she watched him -- her eyes roaming over him. He truly was gorgeous, something she was quite certain he knew. Her eyes had always looked over him in such an unabashed fashion. She could never help herself. This time, however, it lacked the hunger their encounters usually entailed. She just wanted to see him.
Slowly she climbed onto the couch. She took a place on his lap, her knees sinking into the worn leather on either side of him. Her hands rose to cup his cheeks as her pale blue eyes still looked over him. She took in the details of his face -- the soft wrinkles on his forehead, and the slight widening of his nose just below the bridge. The soft rings of green in his blue eyes that she'd always missed before, all the while her thumbs traced the cliffs of his cheekbones.
When her lips found him again, it was at his forehead first, then the tip of his nose, before she left a soft kiss against his lips.