This was familiar and that was impossible and with each stroke of his tongue that mattered less and less until he found a place that caused all the strength to leave her legs. She clung on to him desperately then, hand leaving his hair to wrap about his shoulders, press against the back of his neck for more.

She trembled, the constant contact and closeness almost overwhelming - almost but not quite, and she gasped for breath in that instant his mouth left hers.

I have missed you.

Impossible, impossible - she had no idea he existed before this and yet, and yet something about the way he pressed against her, her back against the wall and herself quite close to him fit with dreams that she couldn't remember, dreams that had left her aching.

"I know you," she whispered against his mouth. "Who are you?" Rather than let him respond immediately, she boldly kissed his lower lip, catching it between her teeth before drawing it into her mouth to ease the sting, "Don't let me go."

This felt too right. She didn't want anything to stop their closeness.