By the second, pieces clicked together in her head. She understood more about Peter, and she understood more about herself, and she understood at last what was missing between herself and the man on the island who had needed her so badly and whom she had protected. It was this.
Leeloo hadn't kissed anyone before - not like this. She tried to mimic what he was doing, while also tugging on his shoulder. He wasn't close enough. She wasn't close enough. His gentleness was tearing a long, deep wound of need into her, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Eric," she said against his mouth, but she didn't know the right question to ask.