She missed him, missed so much more than the direct action of his hands on her body, coaxing the heat between her thighs, the sighs from her lips. What she feared most, was losing that moment that he reached for her - she reached back, and how the connection turned bright and living. Finding his lips in the hungry open mouthed kisses he had taught to crave so much, her hands settling on his shoulders as he fingers rode up high and lovely inside of her. Grinding into his palm, the whimper bleeding in relief to chase the relief, the intimacy she desperately sought.

In a minute, in a minute she'd roll him over, but for now? She savoured being back in his arms, writhing below him. Alive and whole and in love.

She broke from him, eyes wet with the sting of that knowledge. "I love you," she breathed into him. "I love you, I couldn't bare this without you."