There wasn't that much room in the closet; it was easy enough to press her back against the wall, holding them firmly together. Something seemed odd about her back, something missing, but his hand seemed to find it rather perfect. He set that confusing thought aside for the moment, focusing instead on what was far more pleasant - kissing her, and the fundamental warmth and rightness of it.

He delved expertly into her mouth, not so much exploring as seeking out what some murky, muffled memory told him would make her go weak in the knees.

He still took his time - he always did, that was his nature - before finally breaking away to breath a moment, to speak the words, "I have missed you." He kissed her again.