Loving how he moved toward her every time she touched him, everywhere she touched, Leeloo twisted again - and this time, she stopped looking at the faraway stars so she could see the brightness right beside her.
"I will remind you," she promised, smoothing her hands across his forehead, down his face, his throat, his chest. She whispered another name - this one meant a longing that pierced - and followed her hands with her lips, kissing the places she'd just touched.
When did she start to need this? But it was a need, deeper even than longing. She needed him, needed his love and his care, and she needed to feel his heart against her palm. She whispered a name that meant unending.