A smile came to his face in turn - faint, but unmistakable - as he slipped one arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him (and sneaking in a gentle squeeze of her rear, as long as he was there). "It has been a long time."

His other hand brushed her bangs from her face, traveled down to her neck, to slide along her shoulder, beneath the fabric of her own clothing. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered. "We should make the most of it."