When he pulled her close, she didn't resist -- but neither did she forget herself. Desperately protecting her heart from disappointment, she let his kiss stay gentle and made herself keep it that way. His body was warm, which meant... she didn't think too much about that just yet. Not yet, not until he answered...
... And then he did answer.
She stared up at him like he'd spoken Greek. Of course? Of course? There was no 'of course' with them -- when had it ever been easy? But he was holding onto her like he never wanted to let her go, said he was staying, and the way he looked at her...
It was enough. It was more than enough. "God, I missed you," she said, and pulled him down to her mouth again. This time, she did away with gentle. He could stay. If he could stay, well, then there was all the time in the world, but the desperation was still inside her. It'd turned its attention from protection to something completely different. That was how she ended up kissing a line down his jaw and to his neck, while standing under a sun-bleached green parasol. The last time she'd seen him, it'd been when he came visiting to die Festung.
"I thought I'd never see you again," she said, laying teeth on the side of his neck. It was possessive, but more than that - it was hungry. For not the first or second time today, she thought that this was really too good to be true.