"There are pastries–" She’s kneeling on the edge of the bed, her small hand wrapped around his wrist. She’s actually taller this way, he has to bend his neck far less than usual to find her mouth. Her lips are warm and she tastes like coffee, with a faint hint of mint most likely from a morning teeth-cleansing charm. Never quite able to get enough of her, he tilts her head back farther and kisses her deeper before lifting her from the bed, her legs wrapping around his torso. She’s almost perfectly at eye level with him like this. Fuck he’d missed her and he’d only been gone for what two hours? How the fuck was he supposed to leave her for two weeks?