It’s more than distance and time apart; when she kissed him he felt weeks worth of unspoken words and emotions... maybe even years. This wasn’t just an itch to scratch, not even just about having missed each other. There was so much more in her kiss, more than he could let himself believe or hope for in that moment.

Her hands on his skin felt like fire and he leaned into their warmth, savouring every second. He doesn’t just hear her groan but he can feel it, and it made him push harder against her, his growing need more than obvious at this point. Only when the lamp his the floor did the intensity of the situation shatter along with it causing him to chuckle against her lips. Setting her on the edge of the small table where the lamp had previously sat, he took the opportunity to toss his shirt aside, but his arms weren’t gone from around her for long. He only managed to draw his lips away from hers so he could kiss a trail down her throat. “I wanna fuck you on every surface in this house, but we’d probably end up destroying the place,” he said in a gruff tone, smiling against her skin. His hands slid up to fondle her breast through the thin, lacy material.