"I'm gonna make you go to so much couples therapy with me," he whispered and, when she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, he brought his mouth to hers, lips pressing down softly. His eyes drifted closed, one hand circling to hold her by the back of the neck, the other dropping to her waist, pressing her more closely to him. Her hands dropped to his hips, holding him tightly as she lifted to her toes, deepening the kiss. Everything around them faded when he felt the tentative press of her tongue against his lips, as she opened for him and he tasted her for the first time since he was sixteen. The breathy noise she made caused his cock to spring to life and he shifted his hips away, rather unwilling to have her feel him so ready, so soon. She broke their kiss, pressing her forehead to his, breathing heavily. He mentally kicked himself, forgetting that, though she appeared to be doing physically better every day, she was still... weakened. They stood that way, breathing each other in, for a moment that was both too short and entirely too long before she pulled further away, hand sliding down his arm.