She knows that look. Of course it took her a little while to realize what that look was. It's the look he gives her when he doesn't think he's coming back. She returns the same sort of look but her hands smooth down his back, over his shoulders, down his chest. She's memorizing the feel of him because so long ago she memorized what he looks like.

She arches up into the kiss, not making it deeper so much as trying to make it linger. She knows what's coming and she's trying to hold him here longer. She's trying to put off that argument she doesn't think she's going to win; the one where he sticks to the offer he made her in the heat of the moment.