he who hesitates is toast

It's been so long and so much has happened, and she almost died yesterday without having seen him again. Her breath catches and her eyes close, her expression almost sore as his shaking fingers brush gently over her cheek and tuck her hair back over her ear, the way she'd imagined so many times.

She can't keep her eyes closed, has to open them to drink him in, adoring and more than a little desperate as she kisses him back. "Every day," she tells him back. "I never stopped thinking about you. God, I wanted to teleport here somehow, be right next to you, wake up and see you – "

She kisses him again and again, shifts to kiss his jaw, his throat, driving her fingers into his hair and gripping.