He waits, waits for her as she slides her fingertips up his chest beneath the borrowed shirt. Her fingertips, rough and worn, cover his heart as she leaned into his body to kiss him. No hesitation.

She sighed a soft moan, lips parted softly as she drew him closer to her. Her hand curling around the back of his neck as she kissed him a little harder. This was not a battle, not a fight but she is not gentle or fragile she won't break.